Bob Dylan - Joey
(S.I.R. Studio Rehearsals)
Joey Joey
King of the streets child of clay
Joey Joey
What made them want to come and blow you away
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
Thinking he was bulletproof