bye, Joe, good bye, Joe, time is full of changes, Joe, and now you've got to go Don't forget that we loved on the highland, good bye, Joe, goodbye, Joe
whole thing To almost make you wanna kiss the whole thing...(Chea!) Goodbye [Hook - repeat 2X] So long, goodbye Tired, of the game Let's get there [Joe
the whole thing To almost make you wanna kiss the whole thing...(Chea!) Goodbye [Hook x2] So long, goodbye Tired, of the game Let's get there [Joe
翻訳: ジョードラン. グッバイヴェネツィアグッバイ.
翻訳: ジョーバデン. さよならロング.
翻訳: ローラニーロ、ローラ. グッバイジョー.
The children sit upon the stairs High above a valley of tears Don't let them see you crying that way oh no Oh no Joe Porterhouse Is not gone forever
getting better) And now it's history If you really want it How you gonna get it? If you really need it How you gonna keep it? [Chorus:] Goodbye Friday Operator put me through Goodbye
fake, couldn't even facade right pressures on, wont fail nigga got too much to prove would have been, lost it, but I got too much to lose say what you want about Joe
there was When they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just because." Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last. They called Joe
But my heart's in the wind And the clouds are like headlines Upon a new front page sky My tears are salt water The moon's full and high And I know Joe
{Yo, Jordan! What's up? Hey Danny! What's happening? Oh, here comes little Joey Joe down the street Ho! What's happenin' fellas?} {Yo, there's Jon, but
without my pencil case 24/7 I stay with my eraser Put it up in the sky, nice and high, wave it side to side Screaming rub e'm out, rub e'm out Goodbye
Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh, my oh Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh, my oh Son of a gun, we'll have
down on the dark side of Route 88 I got a bottle of rose so let's try it We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe And I'll take you all out to where
stick you, for your re-up Wipe the pee up, mixed shots, woke your seed up Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up, LONG KISS Chorus: Joe Hooker Y'all
GAMES PEOPLE PLAY Writer Joe South Oh the games people now every night and every day now Never meanin' what they say now never sayin' what they mean