Old Joe lyrics

Old Joe is a man who just wanders around

He says he moves much better when he's on his own

And he walks the lonely roads from town to town

And he pushes his home around in a broken cart

And he wears his ragged clothes and he plays the part

And if nobody wants to talk to him, well, that's okay

'Cause he's not too keen on talking anyway

Old Joe is the man who'll fix the door

When the hinges break and it catches the floor

Then he'll spend the night in the barn on a bed of straw

In the morning he'll be gone when you try to find him

Some flowers by the door is all he leaves behind him

And if nobody wants to talk to him, well, that's okay

'Cause he's not too keen on talking anyway

When it's wintertime and the wind blows cold

And the sheep are settled in the fold

People wonder where the old man goes

'Cause he disappears for two or three months or more

But he'll be back on the road in spring just like before

And if nobody wants to talk to him, well, that's okay

'Cause he's not too keen on talking anyway

When I was a boy he was an old man then

And the old folks knew him when they were young

And now I'm grown and he's still around

I wonder if he's one of many that look the same

Or maybe he's just a small part of the game

And if nobody wants to talk to him, well, that's okay

'Cause he's not too keen on talking anyway

And if nobody wants to talk to him, well, that's okay

'Cause he's not too keen on talking anyway

No, he's not too keen on talking anyway