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Versuri Hey joe (version)
- Patti Smith

a] Sixty Days
(P. Smith)
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're standing there
In front of the Symbionese Liberation Army flag
With your legs spread
I was wondering will you gettin' it every night
From a black revolutionary man and his women
Or whether you really did
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"
b] Hey Joe
(William Roberts)
Hey Joe, where're you going with that gun in your hand?
Hey Joe, I said where're you goin' with that gun in your hand
I'm gonna go shoot my ol' lady
You know I found her messing around 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 messin' round with some other man
So I got on my truck, 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?
Go get a cover
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 goin' down to Mexico, I'm going down.

You're not going to hear 'em stand there
And look at the stars as big as holes in the arms
And the stars like a back truck electric flag
And I'm 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 F. B. I. is looking for me, baby
But they'll never find me, no
They can hold me down like a dog and I'm still on the run
And they can speculate what I'm feeling, but daddy, daddy
You'll never know just what I was feelin'
But I'm sorry, I am no little pretty little rich girl
I am nobody's million dollar baby, I am nobody's Patsy anymore
I'm nobody's million dollar baby, I'm nobody's Patsy anymore
And I feel so free