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Bob Dylan

Album:Desire

Year:1976

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Joey

This song is off Dylan's 1976 album 'Desire 
Albums: Originally released 'Desire' 1976 
1988-Dylan & The Dead, (Live) 


Intro: G  F     C  G  (play two times) 

C                 D                C                   G 
Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of a-who knows when 
C             D           C                 G 
Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion 
C             D              C               G 
Always on the outside of whatever side there was 
          Em                      G 
When they asked him why it had to be that way, 
           C         C/B      Am 
"Well," he answered, "just because." 


C             D       C                 G 
Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last. 
C                D           C                     G 
They called Joe "Crazy," the baby they called "Kid Blast." 
C                       D            C               G 
Some say they lived off gambling and runnin' numbers too. 
   Em                     G 
It always seemed they got caught between 
    C           C/B     Am 
the mob and the men in blue. 

G     C      Am 
Joey, Jooooooey, 
G           Em       C        Am 
King of the streets, child of clay. 
G     C      Am 
Joey, Jooooooey, 
G              F                C         G 
What made them want to come and blow you away? 

(Intro) 
C                   D             C                          G 
There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from that 
C                      D             C       G 
No one ever knew for sure where they were really at. 
C                     D             C              G 
When they tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof. 
Em                          G 
He went out that night to seek revenge 
C               C/B     Am 
thinkin' he was bulletproof. 



C                       D        C                 G 
The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streets 
C                      D          C      G 
Joey and his brothers suffered terrible defeats 
C                          D                    C             G   
Till they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners. 
Em                          G 
They stashed them away in a basement 
C         C/B   Am 
called them amateurs. 



C                  D          C                         G 
The hostages were tremblin' when they heard a man exclaim, 
C                            D           C                G 
"Let's blow this place to kingdom come, let Con Edison take the blame." 
C               D                            C                          G 
But Joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, "We're not those kind of men. 
Em                           G 
It's peace and quiet that we need 
C              C/B    Am 
to go back to work again." 



G     C   Am 
Joey, Joey, 
G           Em        C        Am 
King of the streets, child of clay. 
G      C  Am 
Joey, Joey, 
G                F               C          G 
What made them want to come and blow you away? 


C                  D          C                         G 
The police department hounded him, they called him Mr. Smith 
C                            D           C                G 
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with. 
C                            D           C                 
"What time is it?" said the judge to Joey when they met 
Em                              G 
"Five to ten," said Joey. The Judge says,              
C                 C/B     Am 
"That's exactly what you get."                                                                                                                                                                                               



C                            D           C                G 
He did ten years in Attica, reading Nietzsche and Wilhelm Reich 
C                                 D           C                G                                  
They threw him in the hole one time for tryin' to stop a strike. 
C                            D           C                G 
His closest friends were black men 'cause they seemed to understand 
Em                        G 
What it's like to be in society                                                                                      
C                 C/B     Am 
with a shackle on your hand. 



C                            D               C       G 
When they let him out in '71 he'd lost a little weight 
C                      D                C           G 
But he dressed like Jimmy Cagney and I swear he did look great. 
C                        D                      C     G 
He tried to find the way back into the life he left behind 
Em                           G 
To the boss he said, "I have returned 
C                C/B   Am 
and now I want what's mine." 



G     C  Am 
Joey, Joey, 
G              Em     C         Am 
King of the streets, child of clay. 
G     C  Am 
Joey, Joey, 
G             F                C        G 
Why did they have to come and blow you away? 



C                 D                    C               G 
It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun 
C                   D                  C                  G 
"I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should never know of one." 
C                  D                     C               G 
Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe, 
Em                         G 
Emptied out the register, said, 
C                C/B     Am 
"Tell 'em it was Crazy Joe." 



C                D               C                G 
One day they blew him down in a clam bar in New York 
C                        D                 C             G 
He could see it comin' through the door as he lifted up his fork. 
C                D             C         G 
He pushed the table over to protect his family 
Em                     G             
Then he staggered out into the streets 
C    C/B     Am 
of Little Italy. 



C     G  Am 
Joey, Joey, 
G            Em        C       Am 
King of the streets, child of clay. 
C     G  Am 
Joey, Joey, 
C               F              C          G 
What made them want to come and blow you away? 



C                       D                 C              G 
Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary all did weep. 
C                        D               C               G 
I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just asleep." 
C                       D                   C             G 
Then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards the grave 
Em                         G 
I guess he had to say one last goodbye 
C                 C/B          Am 
to the son that he could not save. 



C                          D                     C         G 
The sun turned cold over President Street and the town of Brooklyn mourned 
C                        D                         C        G 
They said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born. 
C                         D                   C        G 
And someday if God's in heaven overlookin' His preserve 
Em                      G 
I know the men that shot him down, 
C                 C/B   Am 
they'll get what they deserve. 


G     C  Am 
Joey, Joey, 
G              Em      C       Am 
King of the streets, child of clay. 
G      C Am 
Joey, Joey, 
C               F                C        G 
What made them want to come and blow you away? 

Finish off with intro X10 

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