Engine Joe

Why ya gotta go and sell your soul

Why ya gotta talk about engine Joe

Like he's some guy in a fairy tale book

Everybody knows that he just cooks

Baked beans and brisket in a bbq stand

On the dirty side of town

He's a dirty old man

But he likes his job more than the rest

Who work with him and consider him the best

Still he wouldn't care if you called him a rat

But why ya gotta talk about engine Joe like that

In the very same city on the other side of town

Lives a funny little lady and a rodeo clown

And she swears she's loved him all her life

Promises one day he's gonna make her his wife

Have a couple kids and a little plot of land

Open themselves up a bbq stand

Just like engine Joe on the other side of town

Funny little lady and the rodeo clown

Rodeo clown thinks that engine Joe is fat

Still he wouldn't talk about engine Joe like that

Giter

Once upon a time there was a race car racer

And he had himself a suped up amc pacer

It was shaped like a bubble but it drove really fast

Racer couldn't drive so the pacer it crashed

Got himself a guy with a truck that could tow her

Still he said he didn't think that guy could fix it's motor

But that guy he didn't care he fixed it just the same

I guess that's how engine Joe got his name

Now he wrangles beef in a bbq stand

Ever since the day that he mangled his hand

He doesn't care

He just keeps on smokin'

Cigarettes and brisket man

I ain't jokin'