Joe
(Jude Cole / George M. Green)
I go to church on sunday morning
Come home and beat my wife
My name is Joe, and you know me
I've lived here all of my life
What a life
I've got this pain I cannot speak of
I'm not so bad as people say
Got two kids who look like angels
But sometimes, sometimes I wish they'd fly away
Life is good, you know we're lucky
Living in the U.S.A.
We've got everything we ever dreamed of
Darlin' I don't know why
I don't know why I act this way
My next door neighbor's got a problem
He works hard, it don't seem fair
His wife's a teacher at the grade school
And we've been having this affair
I've been a son, I've been a soldier
I've thrown the football in the rain
The blood of murderers and millionaires is pounding
Pounding through my veins
But life is good, you know we're lucky
Living in the U.S. of A.
And we got everything we ever dreamed of
Baby I don't know why
I don't know why I act this way
When Kennedy was in the white house
We were children in the sun
Smokin' candy cigarettes
Cowboys and indians with wooden guns
Some nights I go down to the basement
With thoughts I do not understand
A purple heart and a loaded pistol
And I just hold 'em
Hold 'em in my hands
Life is good, you know we're lucky
'Cause baby this is the U.S.A.
And we got everything we ever dreamed of
Darlin' I don't know why
No, I don't know why I act this way
I don't know why I act this way
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