Joe

G          F          G         
All that I possess is my 
    F               G    F G F
existence, vagrant more or less
G               F     G         
Children on the pave, mither 
      F                   G  F G F
bad, but help me through my day
F    G                 F     G 
This borrowed cigarette, for 
                  F                
which my heart will leap and it 
G     F G F
will laugh
  G              F         G     
A debt to you my friend, I owe 
      F             G     F G
but I'm afraid I cant repay

[Chorus]
F           G        F          
Because I´m Joe, the street lamp
       G
 is my home
G    F                G
From place to place I like to roam
F                         G
The cold wind blows right through my
 bones
F                         G      
The cold wind blows right through
          F G F
 my bones

[Instrumental organ section]

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B F#m A D (x2)
G F (x4)

[Verse]
  G              F                
My barrow I gave away, 'cause the 
G                        F   
muscle which pulled grew weaker 
          G  F G F
every day
     G                   F        
This soldier crossed the sea, but 
G             F            G   F G F
now the maker wages war on me
     G                 F         
This heart is still so proud, of 
G                  F         
all the things the soldier once 
     G      F G F
achieved
    G                    F    G  
But when you're vagrant, man, 
             F               G
no-one wants to know about such 
      F G F
things

[Chorus]
F           G        F          
Because I´m Joe, the street lamp
       G
 is my home
G    F                G
From place to place I like to roam
F                         G
The cold wind blows right through my
 bones
F                         G      
The cold wind blows right through
          F G F
 my bones

[Instrumental organ section]

B F#m A D (x2)
G F

[Chorus]
F           G        F          
Because I´m Joe, the street lamp
       G
 is my home
G    F                G
From place to place I like to roam
F                         G
The cold wind blows right through my
 bones
F                         G
The cold wind blows right through my
 bones

[outro]
B F#m A D (x2)
G F (x4)
G