Joe

You can call me Joe It's the lonesome sound of shame Tattooed long ago Are the letters of my name And I've done my time You know I worked the oil rigs And all these scars of mine Ain't no way to keep them hid And if cocaine was coffee If pain turned into cash Then I'd be rich and respectable I wouldn't run from the past On the ocean floor Are the dollars made of sand I hitchhike to the shore And go diving when I can The treasures I might find They're all lost and found And I can't think of a friend of mine Who would let me hang around Well if cocaine was coffee If pain turned into cash Then I'd be rich and respectable I wouldn't run from the past Well if cocaine was coffee If pain turned into cash Then I'd be rich and respectable I wouldn't run from the past Yeah I'd be rich and respectable And I wouldn't run from the past