Burning up your hometown streets could set a fire for the world to catch 
Burn it up, no need to reconcile  [bad word] and see me, I'm your west end perfect stranger, in America 
Lady on that state's so full of style 

Stand up, turn around, beat it out 
You gotta sound, Joe 
Swing low and now I know
It's hard to let a brother go, Joe

The many boots that you have laced could tell a [bad word]  night and day (?) 
No one said that you would need a crowd

The many lands that you have graced could make a case that there is no better make
And now I only see your face in clouds 

Stand up, turn around, beat it out 
You gotta sound, Joe 
Swing low and now I know
It's hard to let a brother go, Joe 

Stand up, turn around, beat it out 
You gotta sound, Joe 
Swing low and now I know
It's hard to let a brother go, Joe 

Tell me so (?) 
Do you know 
Does it show 
When I'm low 

And then again, when I feel your love from far away, I think of yesterday 
I see a family we know how to smile 
 [bad word] a time when you must rock another world and we will get along  [bad word] a time when we will walk that mile 

Stand up, turn around, beat it out 
You gotta sound, Joe 
Swing low and now I know
It's hard to let a brother go, Joe 

Stand up, turn around, beat it out 
You gotta sound, Joe 
Swing low and now I know
It's hard to let a brother go, Joe