Hey Joe (Version)

Honey, the way you play guitar

Makes me feel so, makes me feel so masochistic

The way you go down low deep into the neck

And I would do anything

And I would do anything and Patty Hearst

You standing there

In front of the Symbionese Liberation Army flag with your legs spread

I was wondering, were you getting it every night

From a black revolutionary man?

And his women, or were you really dead?

And now that you are on the run

What goes on in your mind?

Your sisters, they sit by the window

You know your mama doesn't sit and cry

And your daddy

Well, you know what your daddy said, Patty

You know what your daddy said, Patty?

He said, he said, he said

Well, sixty days ago, she was such a lovely child

Now here she is, with a gun in her hand

Hey Joe

Where you going with that gun in your hand?

Hey Joe

I said, where you going with that gun in your hand?

I'm gonna go shoot my old lady

You know, I found her messing 'round town with another man

And you know that ain't cool

Watch me

Hey Joe

I heard you shot your woman down

You shot her down to the ground, you shot her

Yes, I did, yes, I did, yes, I did, I shot her, I shot her

I caught her messing 'round with some other man

So I got my gun

I gave her the gun and I shot her

I shot her

Shoot her one more time for me

Hey Joe, where you gonna, where you gonna run to?

Where you gonna run to, Joe?

Where you gonna run to?

I got it covered

I'm gonna go down south

I'm gonna go down south to Mexico

I'm going down, down, down to Mexico

Where a man can be free

No one's gonna put a noose around my neck

No one is gonna give me life, no

I'm going down to Mexico, I'm going down

We're not gonna hear 'em stand there

And look at the stars as big as holes in the arms

And the sky is like a backdrop naked flag

When I was standing there under that flag

With your carbine between my legs

You know I felt so free of death beyond me

I felt so free

The FBI's looking for me, baby

But they never gon' find me, no

They can hunt me down like a dog

And I will stay on the run

And they can speculate what I'm feeling

But daddy, daddy, you'll never know just what I was feeling

But I'll tell you, I am no pretty little rich girl

I am nobody's million dollar baby

I am nobody's patsy anymore

I am nobody's million dollar baby

I am nobody's patsy anymore

And I feel so free