The wind [bad word] to take me down a notch,
peg, or a level or two
The swollen moon has got
Her sights set on me too

The devil sun gonna take me higher
Higher than I ever been before
I told my mama, no
I can’t take no more
I can’t take no more

The wind [bad word] to take me down
To the empty farm where I grew up on the land
I build this childhood for a boy
With my own two hands

I look around, them bony trees
And sunken cows, there’s almost snow
Nobody knows nothing
Except what me and the crow do know

Who am I to change my life?
Who am I to [bad word] with form?
Who am I to weather a storm?
But I go slow
I said goodbye to everyone I know
And one morning I awoke
And I was this guy named Joe

The wind [bad word] to take me down to the field
To dream by the light of the moon
No, there ain’t [bad word] home,
No going back, skipping June

I sit by the water down by the freeway
The cotton is hot and the corn is high
Don’t know what I’m going to do
With myself tonight

Who am I to change my name?
Some things will always stay the same
There really ain’t no one to blame
Can’t expect nobody to live in that pain
But I know you miss me so
I said goodbye to everyone I know
And one morning I awoke
And I was this guy named Joe

Rock & Roll is music
Rock & Roll is music
Rock & Roll is music now…