Papa Joe
Foster Martin Band
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Intro: | F | F | F | F |F Papa Joe lived in the backwoods, up on the Bacon RidgeF Had himself a whole lotta whiskey burning from a home made copper stillF He carried that Whiskey in a big pine box in aEb Long black CadillacF Towns folk thought it was the local morticianF With somebody laying in the backF One day papa Joe and the preacherF They were sipping on a Mason JarF When somebody down at the funeral parlourF Drove away with the old man's carContinúa después del anuncioF He was heading to the sunny side graveyard whereEb everyone was gathered aroundF By the time papa Joe and the preacher got thereF They had buried that box in the ground CHORUSBb Yes he carried that whisky in a big pine boxF In a long black CadillacBb The towns folk though it was a local morticianC With somebody laying in the backF It was full of papa Joes white lightingBb It was better than the preachers wineF It was 80 proof genuine, guaranteed to blow you mindC Papa Joe's pure moonshineF A little later on that eveningF Just as the sun went downF Somebody caught old papa JoeF He was digging that box from the groundF Nobody said a word aboutEb But it should have made the front page newsF Rumour had it that the judge and the sheriffF Started sipping on the ole man's brew REPEAT CHORUS