Joey

歌手： Bob Dylan • 专辑：The Complete Album Collection Vol.1 • 发布时间：2013-11-05 
作曲 : Jacques Levy/Bob Dylan
 Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when
Opened up his eyes  to the tune of an accordion
Always on the outside  of whatever side there was
When they asked him why it had to be that way, “Well,” he answered,
“just because”
Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last
They called Joe “Crazy,”  the baby they called “Kid Blast ”
Some say they lived off gambling  and runnin’ numbers too
It always seemed they got caught between  the mob and the men in blue
Joey, Joey
King of the streets, child of clay
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away?
There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that
No one ever knew for sure  where they were really at
When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof
He went out that night  to seek revenge, thinkin’ he was bulletproof
The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets
Joey and his brothers  suffered terrible defeats
Till they ventured out  behind the lines  and took five prisoners
They stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs
The hostages were tremblin ’  when they heard a man exclaim
“ Let’s blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame”
But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, “We’re  not those kind of men
It’s peace and quiet  that we need  to go back to work again ”
Joey, Joey
King of the streets, child of clay
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away?
The police department  hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with
“ What time is it?”  said the judge  to Joey when they met
“ Five to ten,” said Joey. The judge says, “That’s exactly what you get”
He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich
They threw him in the hole one time  for tryin’ to stop a strike
His closest friends were black men ’ cause they seemed to understand
What it’s like to be  in society  with a shackle on your hand
When  they let him out in ’71 he’ d lost a little weight
But he dressed like  Jimmy Cagney  and  I swear he  did look great
He tried to find the way back into the life  he left behind
To the boss he  said, “I have returned  and now I want what’s mine ”
Joey, Joey
King of the streets, child of clay
Joey, Joey
Why did they have to come and blow you  away?
It was true that in his later years  he would not  carry a gun
“ I’m around too many children,” he’d say, “ they should never know of one”
Yet he walked right into the clubhouse  of his lifelong deadly foe
Emptied out  the register, said, “ Tell ’em it was Crazy Joe”
One day they blew him down  in a clam bar in New York
He could see it comin’ through the door  as he lifted up his fork
He pushed the table over  to protect his family
Then he staggered out  into the streets  of Little Italy
Joey, Joey
King of the streets, child of clay
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and blow you  away?
Sister Jacqueline  and Carmela  and mother Mary all did weep
I heard his best friend Frankie say, “ He ain’t dead, he’s just asleep”
Then I saw the old man’s limousine  head back towards the grave
I guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save
The sun turned cold over President Street  and the town of Brooklyn mourned
They said a mass in the old church  near the house  where he was born
And someday if God’s in heaven  overlookin’ His preserve
I know the men  that shot him down  will get what they deserve
Joey, Joey
King of the streets, child of clay
Joey, Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away?
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