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This song is off Dylan's 1976 album 'Desire
Albums: Originally released 'Desire' 1976
1988-Dylan & The Dead, (Live)
CBorn in Red Hook, DBrooklyn, in the Cyear of a-who knows Gwhen
COpened up his Deyes to the Ctune of an accordiGon
CAlways on the Doutside of whatCever side there Gwas
When they Emasked him why it had to Gbe that way,
"Well," he Canswered, C/B"just becAmause."
CLarry was the Doldest, CJoey was next to lGast.
CThey called Joe "DCrazy," the Cbaby they called "Kid GBlast."
CSome say they lived off Dgambling and Crunnin' numbers Gtoo.
It Emalways seemed they got Gcaught between
the Cmob and the C/Bmen in bAmlue.
GJoey, CJooooooAmey,
GKing of the Emstreets, Cchild of Amclay.
GJoey, CJooooooAmey,
GWhat made them Fwant to come and Cblow you aGway?
CThere was talk they Dkilled their rCivals, but the truth was faGr from that
CNo one ever knew for suDre where they Cwere reaGlly at.
CWhen they tried to strDangle Larry, JCoey almost hit Gthe roof.
EmHe went out that night to seGek revenge
Cthinkin' he was C/BbulletprAmoof.
CThe war broke out at theD break ofC dawn, it emptied Gout the streets
CJoey and his brothers sDuffered terCrible dGefeats
CTill they ventured out behiDnd the lines and tookC five prisonerGs.
EmThey stashed them away in a Gbasement
Ccalled theC/Bm amatAmeurs.
CThe hostages were tDremblin' whCen they heard a man exclaiGm,
C"Let's blow this place to kinDgdom come, lCet Con Edison takGe the blame."
CBut Joey steppedD up, he raised his hand, saidC, "We're not those kind of Gmen.
EmIt's peace and quiet that we Gneed
Cto go back to wC/Bork agaAmin."
GJoey, CJoeyAm,
GKing of the Emstreets, cChild of cAmlay.
GJoey, JCoeyAm,
GWhat made them waFnt to come and bClow you awaGy?
CThe police departmeDnt hounded Chim, they called him Mr. SGmith
CThey got him on conspiracy, tDhey were nevCer sure who with.G
C"What time is it?" said the jDudge to JoeyC when they met
Em"Five to ten," said Joey. The JuGdge says,
C"That's exactly whC/Bat you gAmet."
CHe did ten years in Attica, rDeading NietzCsche and Wilhelm GReich
CThey threw him in the hole one timDe for tryin'C to stop a strikeG.
CHis closest friends were blacDk men 'causeC they seemed to uGnderstand
EmWhat it's like to be in soGciety
Cwith a shackle on C/Byour hanAmd.
CWhen they let him out in '71 Dhe'd lost a littCle weighGt
CBut he dressed like JimDmy Cagney and I sCwear he did Glook great.
CHe tried to find the way Dback into the life he lCeft beGhind
EmTo the boss he said, "I have Greturned
Cand now I want whC/Bat's mAmine."
GJoey, CJoeAmy,
GKing of the strEmeets, cChild of clAmay.
GJoey, CJoeAmy,
GWhy did they hFave to come and bClow you aGway?
CIt was true that iDn his later years he Cwould not carry Ga gun
C"I'm around too manyD children," he'd saCy, "they should nevGer know of one."
CYet he walked rightD into the clubhouse ofC his lifelong deGadly foe,
EmEmptied out the register, sGaid,
C"Tell 'em it was C/BCrazy JoAme."
COne day they blewD him down in a cClam bar in New YoGrk
CHe could see it comin' thDrough the door as Che lifted up hGis fork.
CHe pushed the tabDle over to proCtect his fGamily
EmThen he staggered out iGnto the streets
Cof LiC/Bttle ItaAmly.
CJoey, GJoeAmy,
GKing of the sEmtreets, chCild of cAmlay.
CJoey, GJoeAmy,
CWhat made them wFant to come andC blow you aGway?
CSister Jacqueline and CaDrmela and mother MCary all did weeGp.
CI heard his best friend FDrankie say, "He Cain't dead, he'sG just asleep."
CThen I saw the old man'sD limousine head backC towards the gGrave
EmI guess he had to say one lGast goodbye
Cto the son that heC/B could not saAmve.
CThe sun turned cold over PrDesident Street and theC town of BGrooklyn mourned
CThey said a mass in the oDld church near the house wChere he wGas born.
CAnd someday if God's in heDaven overlookin' HisC preserveG
EmI know the men that shotG him down,
Cthey'll get what tC/Bhey deAmserve.
GJoey, CJoeAmy,
GKing of the strEmeets, chCild of cAmlay.
GJoey, JCoeAmy,
CWhat made them wFant to come and bClow you aGway?
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