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Текст песни Bob Dylan - Joey

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Born in red hook, brooklyn, in the year of who knows whenOpened up his eyes to the tune of an accordionAlways on the outside of whatever side there wasWhen they asked him why it had to be that way, "well," he answered, "justBecause."Larry was the oldest, joey was next to last.They called joe "crazy," the baby they called "kid blast."Some say they lived off gambling and runnin numbers too.It always seemed they got caught between the mob and the men in blue.Joey, joey,King of the streets, child of clay.Joey, joey,What made them want to come and blow you away? There was talk they killed their rivals, but the truth was far from thatNo one ever knew for sure where they were really at.When they tried to strangle larry, joey almost hit the roof.He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin he was bulletproof.The war broke out at the break of dawn, it emptied out the streetsJoey and his brothers suffered terrible defeatsTill they ventured out behind the lines and took five prisoners.They stashed them away in a basement, called them amateurs.The hostages were tremblin when they heard a man exclaim,"lets blow this place to kingdom come, let con edison take the blame."But joey stepped up, he raised his hand, said, "were not those kind of men.Its peace and quiet that we need to go back to work again."Joey, joey,King of the streets, child of clay.Joey, joey,What made them want to come and blow you away? The police department hounded him, they called him mr. smithThey got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with."what time is it? " said the judge to joey when they met"five to ten," said joey. the judge says, "thats exactly what you get."He did ten years in attica, reading nietzsche and wilhelm reichThey threw him in the hole one time for tryin to stop a strike.His closest friends were black men cause they seemed to understandWhat its like to be in society with a shackle on your hand.When they let him out in 71 hed lost a little weightBut he dressed like jimmy cagney and I swear he did look great.He tried to find the way back into the life he left behindTo the boss he said, "i have returned and now I want whats mine."Joey, joey,King of the streets, child of clay.Joey, joey,Why did they have to come and blow you away? It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun"im around too many children," hed say, "they should never know of one."Yet he walked right into the clubhouse of his lifelong deadly foe,Emptied out the register, said, "tell em it was crazy joe."One day they blew him down in a clam bar in new yorkHe could see it comin through the door as he lifted up his fork.He pushed the table over to protect his familyThen he staggered out into the streets of little italy.Joey, joey,King of the streets, child of clay.Joey, joey,What made them want to come and blow you away? Sister jacqueline and carmela and mother mary all did weep.I heard his best friend frankie say, "he aint dead, hes just asleep."Then I saw the old mans limousine head back towards the graveI guess he had to say one last goodbye to the son that he could not save.The sun turned cold over president street and the town of brooklyn mournedThey said a mass in the old church near the house where he was born.And someday if gods in heaven overlookin his preserveI know the men that shot him down will get what they deserve.Joey, joey,King of the streets, child of clay.Joey, joey,What made them want to come and blow you away?

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