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A DASooner or later when the Ddawn was breaking The joint was jumping and the walls were shaking Joey sneaked in the backdoor way Pretending he was with the band, he never used to pay He wasE no great draw at pulling the chicks He used to Dlie against the wall like he was holding up the bricks And Eall the things that guy used to do to get his kicks He was a Dlegand in his lifetime with the neighborhood kids They said "joey F♯mdid F♯mthis" F♯m and "joey F♯mdid F♯mthat" F♯m Oh that F♯mguy F♯mwas crazy, F♯mwhat a F♯mcrazF♯my cat F♯m Then something F♯mstrange F♯mwould happen,F♯m there's trouble F♯mon tF♯mhe wayF♯m And trouble F♯monlyF♯m means one F♯mthing...A A A A A E Joey's on the street aAgain D he's on the Astreet D AJoey grew older, Dolder without a cause Got married, had some kids and had his brushes with the law Settled down and got a job, then said "I'm leaving" one day "I've gotta hang loose a while, take care while I'm away." EPeople said they'd seen him, they were nearly always wrong Dno one knew how much he had, where he'd gone or for how long 'Til one Eday there came a rumor, floating from the docks Saying a Dcrazy stranger had been found lying among the rocks They said "joey F♯mdid F♯mthis" F♯m and "joey F♯mdid F♯mthat" F♯m Oh that F♯mguy F♯mwas crazy, F♯mwhat a F♯mcrazF♯my cat F♯m And no one F♯mquite F♯mbelieved itF♯m, all rumors F♯mare F♯mthe sameF♯m And now if F♯msomeF♯mthing happensF♯m they say...A A A A A E Joey's on the street aAgain D he's on the Astreet D
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A D x6When joey Amoved away D A lot of the Akids said "I can't stay aDround here"
A DThey said "I'm Amoving out, D going away" D They said "I'm Aleaving, D getting out" They said "I'm Aleaving, D going away, going away, going away"
A DThey said "I'm Aleaving, I'm leaving, I'm Dleaving, I'm leaving" Gonna Ago somewhere where it Ddoesn't stink Away from the alleys, somewhere I can think Wash the dirt from my hands, watch it wash down the sink It's a strain on the brain living close to the brink Look at the brickwall gravestone where some kid was sprayed Saying nobody could be bothered here to rule o.k Don't believe it, don't believe it what they say on tv There's no roAmance, no roDmance no romance there's no romance no romance, no romance no romance For joey in this city A D x24 to fade Mick 2009
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