(G. Johnson)Kiss my face and slap me on my handsAnd if I tumble, please catch me where I landAnd I won't look back at where I fallAnd if I cry out, who's gonna hear me call?Hey Joe...I tell ya, some folks find it hard to get along these daysIf this wasn't my home, I don't believe I would stayI thought I heard somebody ring my bellI used to know, but now it's hard to tellHey Joe...When I'm gone, who's gonna carry my name?When I'm gone, lordy, who's gonna carry my name?Ah, when I'm gone, lordy, who's gonna carry my name?I feel like an old man playing a young man's gameHey Joe...Lord, look at the peopleMmmm, look at the peopleLord, look at the people,Standing at the judgement, they got to be triedStanding at the judgement, they got to be tried