Cm  Bb  Am  Ab


Gm
Hot nights heavy

Gm
Water breach levee

Gm                      Gm
Trouble bubble over and run

F Gm
The walls tumblin 

Gm
So punch through the rubble you're a goddamn

F Gm
Son of a gun


           Gm              Bb
You better run Joe get em, cover them blocks 'fore

    Cm                          Bb
The plague groan set in and she buys the shot

Gm                     Bb
Up cross the alley and jump the line

Cm                          Bb
Break down the building one brick at a time


Gm
Big Joe pulled a 45 

F Gm
Knocked down the door to see if Ray was still alive

Gm
Oh that number, lord how she suffered

Gm
Where's your baby tonight


          Gm                      Bb
She don't call she don't whisper, run joe and get her

        BIG JOE
     
     Cm                      Bb
Come hell of water high, the doctor's gonna die tonight
   
     Gm
        Don't you let up

Gm                          Gm
I'm the eye of the tempest, cracking my cheeks (?)

Gm
I use lightning for my fightin and a thunder to speak


        CHORUS

Gm           Bb
Run Joe, run Joe

Cm           Bb
Run Joe, run Joe

Go on and get im


        BIG JOE

      Gm
I was built for this thrill of the hunt

                          F Gm
Filling this feeling with fists


Fit for killing and the spilling of blood

          F Gm
I'm gonna drill through the swill and the mud

     
Come pillaging your village like Attila the Hun


   Gm                         Bb
Oh son, you're gon get it, my gun come fitted

     Cm                        Bb
With one in the chamber, seven more in the clip

             Gm                      Bb
Spit it with ridiculous precision, I write physician's prescriptions

   Cm                Bb
To die. Who run? Now you run 


       Gm
I am a one man army, packed with mettle
   
                                          F Gm
To settle vendettas better than anybody, I'm sorry Lord

Gm
This is war, you can keep your reward

Gm
I'm in the market for your swift sword


                         Gm                       Bb
These eyes have seen the court and they want more

                           Cm                              Bb           
Let's settle the ticket, I get it, vengeance is yours. I'm with it, be sure

           Gm                       Gm
I'm just a poor wayfaring banger at death's door

         Gm                   Gm
Offering help for, delivering what's yours 

I'm coming for him


        CHORUS

Gm           Bb
Run Joe, run Joe

Cm           Bb
Run Joe, run Joe

Gm           Bb
Run Joe, run Joe

Cm           Bb
Run Joe, run Joe

Go on and get im, run

Go on and get im, run

Go on and get im, run