Joe (Red hot chilli peppers)

Burning up your hometown streets could set a fire for the world to catch Burn it up, no need to reconcile Come and see me, I'm your west end perfect stranger, in America Lady on that state's so full of style Stand up, turn around, beat it out You gotta sound, Joe Swing low and now I know It's hard to let a brother go, Joe The many boots that you have laced could tell a story, comin' night and day (?) No one said that you would need a crowd The many lands that you have graced could make a case that there is no better make And now I only see your face in clouds Stand up, turn around, beat it out You gotta sound, Joe Swing low and now I know It's hard to let a brother go, Joe Stand up, turn around, beat it out You gotta sound, Joe Swing low and now I know It's hard to let a brother go, Joe Tell me so (?) Do you know Does it show When I'm low And then again, when I feel your love from far away, I think of yesterday I see a family we know how to smile There comes a time when you must rock another world and we will get along There comes a time when we will walk that mile Stand up, turn around, beat it out You gotta sound, Joe Swing low and now I know It's hard to let a brother go, Joe Stand up, turn around, beat it out You gotta sound, Joe Swing low and now I know It's hard to let a brother go, Joe