Radio Joe-Norman Blake

Radio Joe - Norman Blake Now who's that poor old man Playing guitar in the band Singing songs in the tavern 'cross the way Oh he said his name was joe He was on the radio And that he made some records yesterday He was a country star Radio joe and his guitar In this world won fame and renown Dope and whiskey every day Lost and cannot find his way On the right side of sixty and the wrong side of town Now he could not stand the load Traveling up that glory road Where the pills and whiskey ran full and free And he oft was heard to say Each and every passing day The good times are surely killing me He was a country star Radio joe and his guitar In this world won fame and renown Dope and whiskey every day Lost and cannot find his way On the right side of sixty and the wrong side of town Oh he had a home and cars Fancy martin guitars And a different suit of clothes every day A loving wife named sue She gave all and she was through Party girls pills and liquor had their way He was a country star Radio joe and his guitar In this world won fame and renown Dope and whiskey every day Lost and cannot find his way On the right side of sixty and the wrong side of town Dope and whiskey every day Lost and cannot find his way On the right side of sixty and the wrong side of town