Joey

(G) (F) (C) (G) 2X

(C)Born in Red Hook, (D)Brooklyn, in the (C)year of who knows (G)when t
(C)Opened up his (D)eyes to the (C)tune of an accord(G)ion
(C)Always on the (D)outside (C)of whatever side there (G)was
When they (Em)asked him why it had to (G)be that way,
Well, (C)he answered,(CB) just (Am)because.

(C)Larry was the (D)oldest, (C)Joey was next to (G)last.
(C)They called Joe (D)Crazy, (C)the baby they called Kid (G)Blast.
(C)Some say they lived off (D)gambling and (C)runnin' numbers (G)too.
It always (Em)seemed they got caught (G)between the (C)mob and (CB)the men in (Am)blue.

(G)Joey,(C) Joey,(Am)
(G)King of the (Em)streets, (C)child of (Am)clay.
(G)Joey,(C) Joey,(Am)
(G)What made them (F)want to come and (C)blow you (Am)away?

(G) (F) (C) (G) x2

(C)There was talk they killed their (D)rivals, but the (C)truth was far from (G)that
(C)No one ever (D)knew for sure where (C)they were really(G) at.
(C)When they tried to strangle (D)Larry, (C)Joey almost hit the (G)roof.
He went (Em)out that night to (G)seek revenge, (C)thinkin' he was (CB)bullet(Am)proof.

(C)The war broke out at the (D)break of dawn, (C)it emptied out the (G)streets
(C)Joey and his (D)brothers suffered (C)terrible (G)defeats
(C)Till they ventured out be(D)hind the lines and (C)took five priso(G)ners.
They stashed (Em)them away in a (G)basement, (C)called them (CB)ama(Am)teurs.

(C)The hostages were (D)tremblin' when they (C)heard a man ex(G)claim,
(C)Let's blow this place to (D)kingdom come, let (C)Con Edison take the (G)blame.
(C)But Joey stepped up, he (D)raised his hand, said, (C)We're not those kind of (G)men.
It's peace (Em)and quiet that we (G)need to go (C)back to (CB)work (Am)again.

(G)Joey,(C) Joey,(Am)
(G)King of the (Em)streets, (C)child of (Am)clay.
(G)Joey,(C) Joey,(Am)
(G)What made them (F)want to come and (C)blow you (Am)away?

(G) (F) (C) (G) x2

(C)The police department (D)hounded him, they (C)called him Mr. (G)Smith
(C)They got him on (D)conspiracy, they were (C)never sure who (G)with.
(C)What time is it? said the (D)judge to (C)Joey when they (G)met
Five to (Em)ten, said Joey.(G)The judge says, That's (C)exactly (CB)what you (Am)get.

(C)He did ten years in (D)Attica, reading (C)Nietzsche and Wilhelm (G)Reich
(C)They threw him in the (D)hole one time for (C)tryin' to stop a (G)strike.
(C)His closest friends were (D)black men 'cause (C)they seemed to under(G)stand
What it's (Em)like to be in socie(G)ty with a (C)shackle on (CB)your (Am)hand.

(C)When they let him out in (D)'71 he'd (C)lost a little (G)weight
(C)But he dressed like Jimmy (D)Cagney and I (C)swear he did look (G)great.
(C)He tried to find the (D)way back into the (C)life he left be(G)hind
To the (Em)boss he said, I (G)have returned and (C)now I (CB)want what's (Am)mine.

(G)Joey,(C) Joey,(Am)
(G)King of the (Em)streets, (C)child of (Am)clay.
(G)Joey,(C) Joey,(Am)
(G)What made them (F)want to come and (C)blow you (Am)away?

(G) (F) (C) (G) x2

(C)It was true that in his (D)later years he (C)would not carry a (G)gun
(C)I'm around too many (D)children, he'd say, (C)they should never know of (G)one.
(C)Yet he walked right into the (D)clubhouse of his (C)lifelong deadly (G)foe,
Emptied (Em)out the register, (G)said, Tell 'em (C)it was (CB)Crazy (Am)Joe.

(C)One day they blew him (D)down in a (C)clam bar in New (G)York
(C)He could see it comin' (D)through the door as he (C)lifted up his (G)fork.
(C)He pushed the table (D)over to pro(C)tect his fami(G)ly
Then he (Em)staggered out into (G)the streets of (C)Little (CB)Ita(Am)ly.

(G)Joey,(C) Joey,(Am)
(G)King of the (Em)streets, (C)child of (Am)clay.
(G)Joey,(C) Joey,(Am)
(G)What made them (F)want to come and (C)blow you (Am)away?

(G) (F) (C) (G) x2

(C)Sister Jacqueline and Car(D)mela and mother (C)Mary all did (G)weep.
(C)I heard his best friend (D)Frankie say, He ain't (C)dead, he's just a(G)sleep.
(C)Then I saw the old man's (D)limousine head (C)back towards the (G)grave
I guess (Em)he had to say one (G)last goodbye to the (C)son that he (CB)could not (Am)save.

(C)The sun turned cold over (D)President Street and the (C)town of Brooklyn (G)mourned
(C)They said a mass in the (D)old church near the (C)house where he was (G)born.
(C)And someday if God's in(D) heaven over(C)lookin' His pre(G)serve
I know (Em)the men (G)that shot him down will (C)get what (CB)they de(Am)serve.

(G)Joey,(C) Joey,(Am)
(G)King of the (Em)streets, (C)child of (Am)clay.
(G)Joey,(C) Joey,(Am)
(G)What made them (F)want to come and (C)blow you (Am)away?

(G) (F) (C) (G)