Allan Taylor - Old joe

^COld Joe is a man who just wanders around ^CHe says he moves much better when he's on his own And he walks the lonely roads from town to ^Gtown And he ^Fpushes his ^Emhome a^Dmround in a ^Gbroken ^Ccart And he ^Fwears his ^Emragged ^Dmclothes and he ^Gplays the ^Cpart

And if ^Fnobody ^C/Ewants to ^Dm7talk to him, well ^Gthat's o^Ckay 'Cause he's ^Fnot too keen on ^Dm7talking ^Gany^Cway

^COld Joe is the man who'll fix the door ^CWhen the hinges break and it catches the floor Then he'll spend the night in the barn on a bed of ^Gstraw In the ^Fmorning ^Emhe'll be ^Dmgone when you ^Gtry to ^Cfind him Some ^Fflowers ^Emby the ^Dmdoor is all he ^Gleaves be^Chind him

And if ^Fnobody ^C/Ewants to ^Dm7talk to him, well ^Gthat's o^Ckay 'Cause he's ^Fnot too keen on ^Dm7talking ^Gany^Cway

^CWhen it's winter time and the wind blows cold ^CAnd the sheep are settled in the fold People wonder where the old man ^Ggoes 'Cause he ^Fdisap^Empears for ^Dmtwo or three ^Gmonths or ^Cmore Well, he'll be ^Fback on the ^Emroad in ^Dmspring, just ^Glike be^Cfore

And if ^Fnobody ^C/Ewants to ^Dm7talk to him, well ^Gthat's o^Ckay 'Cause he's ^Fnot too keen on ^Dm7talking ^Gany^Cway

^CWhen I was a boy he was an old man then ^CAnd the old folks knew him when they were young And now I'm grown, he's still a^Ground I ^Fwonder if he'^Ems one of ^Dmmany that ^Glook the ^Csame Or ^Fmaybe he's ^Emjust a ^Dmsmall part ^Gof the ^Cgame

And if ^Fnobody ^C/Ewants to ^Dm7talk to him, well ^Gthat's o^Ckay 'Cause he's ^Fnot too keen on ^Dm7talking ^Gany^Cway

And if ^Fnobody ^C/Ewants to ^Dm7talk to him, well ^Gthat's o^Ckay 'Cause he's ^Fnot too keen on ^Dm7talking ^Gany^Cway No, he's ^Fnot too keen on ^Dm7talking ^Gany^Cway