Ol' Willy Joe
Jeffrey Powel & Ray Burns
Ole' Willy Joe no place to go,
Lives in a pallet shack, out in the cold,
When he wakes, shakes off the dew,
Hollars; "Oh Dear Lord, need socks for these shoes",
He walks the town blowin' his harp,
He plays for free and he plays with heart,
But no one stops or drops a dime,
To buy him food or pass the time,
Oh Lord - hear me callin’
Oh Lord - I’m callin’ your name
Oh Lord - Show me the way,
To where people save a man before he slips away.
People don’t see Willy on the street,
No suit and tie, no bath in a week,
He's got dirty clothes and nappy hair,
Feelin’ lucky just to rise to the mornin' air.
Ole' Willy Joe got nothing to show,
No fancy car or a mansion home,
No job or money, no friends to see,
He’s got no one to keep him company,
Hear me calling
I’m calling your name
Show me the way
That takes me home before I slip away.
Whole day spent, but the times are lean
Saltine Crackers and a can of beans.
Not so much but it fills the pot
And He’ll gladly share what he has got.
Ole’ Willy Joe is out most days
While people cooking supper goin’ their own ways.
No one would think to call him in
To let a man go hungry ought to be a sin.