The Johnnys - Injun Joe Lyrics
Poor old Injun JoeTook on a pissed-off godStealin tribal goldWay down in MexicoUh huh huhUh huh huhUh huh huhUh huh huhJoe set off with the goldInto the desert landHis water soon ran outHis horse died in the sandUh huh huhUh huh huhUh huh huhUh huh huhJust when he thought all hope was lostHe saw a preacher manWell help me preacher please, Joe saidPreacher turned into a buzzard's headUh huh huhUh huh huhUh huh huhUh huh huhPoor old Joe died that nightUnder the desert moonSpoil the child, spare the rodDon't ever mess with a pissed-off godUh huh huhUh huh huhUh huh huhUh huh huhShould've looked out Joe, but you went badShould've known, gonna wind up deadStealin from your tribe, you know that that is a crimeWhoa well now folks where I come fromThe would've hanged you for what you done