Radio Joe - Norman Blake

Radio Joe -Norman Blake
Now who's that poor old man
Playing guitar in the band
Singing songs in the tavern 'cross the way
Oh he said his name was joe
He was on the radio
And that he made some records yesterday
He was a country star
Radio joe and his guitar
In this world won fame and renown
Dope and whiskey every day
Lost and cannot find his way
On the right side of sixty and the wrong side of town
Now he could not stand the load
Traveling up that glory road
Where the pills and whiskey ran full and free
And he oft was heard to say
Each and every passing day
The good times are surely killing me
He was a country star
Radio joe and his guitar
In this world won fame and renown
Dope and whiskey every day
Lost and cannot find his way
On the right side of sixty and the wrong side of town
Oh he had a home and cars
Fancy martin guitars
And a different suit of clothes every day
A loving wife named sue
She gave all and she was through
Party girls pills and liquor had their way
He was a country star
Radio joe and his guitar
In this world won fame and renown
Dope and whiskey every day
Lost and cannot find his way
On the right side of sixty and the wrong side of town
Dope and whiskey every day
Lost and cannot find his way
On the right side of sixty and the wrong side of town