Don't Fuck With Joe - The Blackwater Fever

He’s run this town since time begun

Like a barrel to the head from a loaded gun

He ain’t your friend and he ain’t your foe

But take heed now, don’t fuck with joe

Takes his hammer, takes a stone

Like a moth to a flame he will creep and crawl

To the light in the valley where you call it home

And break down your door when you’re sleeping sound

Takes his cleaver, cuts your throat

A cold-hearted killer in a dark black coat

Some say he’s the devil, just a bad mofo

One thing’s for sure you don’t fuck with joe

Well there once was a trucker by the name of clyde

Ran a little moonshine on the side

He knew damn well who owned that liquor store

But no one told him who wrote the law

Found tied to a sleeper on the railroad track

It was the midnight train that broke his back

Ain’t no way to die but then he shoulda had known

That he dug his grave when he fucked with joe

Sue ray ran a house of ill repute

In the old shack down by the black bayou

Had ‘em lined up way round the bend

I think you know how the story ends

Joe fucked her good with a shot to the head

Her brains laid out all over the bed

He had no right to do the things he did

But if you fuck with joe you gonna wind up dead

You should’ve never stolen from butcher’s corner store

'cause now you find yourself upon the killing floor

His name’s on the wind, footsteps in the snow

I warned you three times already

I can’t warn you no more

So when he takes his hammer, takes a stone

Breaks down your door while you’re sleeping sound

The light of the moon hits his cleaver to show

The red with anger, wild eyes of joe