Engine Joe Lyrics - Singles - Slobberbone

Why ya gotta go 

And sell your soul? 

Why ya gotta talk 

About Engine Joe 

Like he's some guy 

In a fairy tale book? 

Everybody knows 

That he just cooks 

Baked beans and brisket 

In a barbecue stand 

On the dirty side of town 

He's a dirty old man 

But he likes his job 

More than the rest 

Who work with him 

And consider him the best 

Still he wouldn't care 

If you called him a rat 

But why ya gotta talk 

About Engine Joe like that? 

In the very same city 

On the other side of town 

Lives a funny little lady 

And a rodeo clown 

And she swears she's 

Loved him all her life 

He promises one day 

He's gonna make her his wife 

Have a couple kids 

And a little plot of land 

Open themselves 

Up a barbecue stand 

Just like Engine Joe 

On the other side of town 

Funny little lady 

And the rodeo clown 

Rodeo clown thinks 

That Engine Joe is fat 

But still he wouldn't talk 

About Engine Joe like that 

Guitar 

Once upon a time 

There was a race car racer 

And he had himself 

A suped up AMC Pacer 

It was shaped like a bubble 

But it drove really fast 

The racer couldn't drive 

So the Pacer, it crashed 

Got himself a guy with a truck 

That could tow her 

Still he said he didn't think 

That guy could fix its motor 

But that guy, he didn't care 

He fixed it just the same 

I guess that's how 

Engine Joe got his name 

Now, he wrangles 

Beef in a barbecue stand 

Ever since the day 

That he mangled his hand 

He doesn't care 

He just keeps on smokin' 

Cigarettes and brisket man 

I ain't jokin'