Hey Joe

Baby town dreamin′ on the Fourth of July

Touchin' herself to the stars in the sky

The stars in the sky made her blind, hey, what a riot

And father′s father called him, "Big Man" when he missed

It's that '50s′ kinda shit that trickles down to the kids

So we tried giving peace a chance but didn′t know what it is

And now we're patiently awaiting for some light to come in

To shake the living hell out of what we became

We′re frightened of the old and we're tired of the young

Guess the one-trick ponies got us singin′ along, "Hey Joe"

One, two, one, two, three, four

Some thought about the Ken Burns Vietnam doc

From Pete hunting in the delta to the last one to drop

To my father and his friends at the Ho Chi Minh Trail gift shop

They're cryin′, "So long, Bobby" on their Jersey sheets

Scared to get behind anything they believe

'Cause they blew the revolution in their 30s tryin' to plant some seeds

And, yeah, they′re patiently awaiting for some light to come in

To shake the living hell out of what it became

Frightened of the State, but too tired to run

Guess these one-trick ponies got us singin′ along, "Hey Joe"

One, two, one, two, three, four

Hey, Joe, what do you know?

We're off the bridge and we′re out of control

Oh, hey, Joe, what is it called? (That's right)

Givin′ up a piece of you to let go

Hey, Joe, what do you know?

We're off the bridge all Marilyn Monroe

Oh, hey, Joe, what is it called? (That′s right)

Givin' up a piece of you to let go