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Sixty days



Honey, the way you play guitar makes me feel so, makes me feel so masochistic. the way you go down low deep into the neck and I would do anything, and I would do anything and patty hearst, youre standing there in front of the symbionese liberation army flag with your legs spread, I was wondering will you get it every night from a black revolutionary man and his women or whether you really did and now that youre on the run what goes on in your mind, your sisters they sit by the window, you know your mama doesnt sit and cry and your daddy, well you know what your daddy said, patty, you know what your daddy said, patty, he said, he said, he said, "well, sixty days ago she was such a lovely child, now here she is with a gun in her hand."



Hey joe

Hey joe, wherere you going with that gun in your hand ?

Hey joe, I said wherere you goin with that gun in your hand

Im gonna go shoot my ol lady,

You know I found her messing around town with another man

And you know that aint cool, watch me.



Hey joe, I heard you shot your woman down,

You shot her down to the ground, you shot her.

Yes I did, yes I did, yes I did I shot her, I shot her,

I caught her messin round with some other man,

So I got on my truck, I gave her the gun and I shot her,

I shot her, shoot her one more time for me.



Hey joe, where you gonna, where you gonna run to,

Where you gonna run to, joe, where you gonna run to ?

Go get a cover.

Im gonna go down south, Im gonna go down south to mexico,

Im going down, down, down to mexico where a man can be free

No ones gonna put a noose around my neck,

No one is gonna give me life, no.

Im goin down to mexico, Im going down.



Youre not going to hear em stand there

And look at the stars as big as holes in the arms

And the stars like a back truck electric flag

And Im standing there under that flag with your carbine

Between my legs, you know I felt so free of death beyond me

I felt so free, the f.b.i. is looking for me baby,

But theyll never find me, no, they can hold me down like a

And Im still on the run and they can speculate what Im fee

But daddy, daddy, youll never know just what I was feelin,

But Im sorry I am no little pretty little rich girl,

I am nobodys million dollar baby, I am nobodys patsy anymore

Im nobodys million dollar baby, Im nobodys patsy anymore

And I feel so free.

Sixty days



Honey, the way you play guitar makes me feel so, makes me feel so masochistic. the way you go down low deep into the neck and I would do anything, and I would do anything and patty hearst, youre standing there in front of the symbionese liberation army flag with your legs spread, I was wondering will you get it every night from a black revolutionary man and his women or whether you really did and now that youre on the run what goes on in your mind, your sisters they sit by the window, you know your mama doesnt sit and cry and your daddy, well you know what your daddy said, patty, you know what your daddy said, patty, he said, he said, he said, "well, sixty days ago she was such a lovely child, now here she is with a gun in her hand."



Hey joe

Hey joe, wherere you going with that gun in your hand ?

Hey joe, I said wherere you goin with that gun in your hand

Im gonna go shoot my ol lady,

You know I found her messing around town with another man

And you know that aint cool, watch me.



Hey joe, I heard you shot your woman down,

You shot her down to the ground, you shot her.

Yes I did, yes I did, yes I did I shot her, I shot her,

I caught her messin round with some other man,

So I got on my truck, I gave her the gun and I shot her,

I shot her, shoot her one more time for me.



Hey joe, where you gonna, where you gonna run to,

Where you gonna run to, joe, where you gonna run to ?

Go get a cover.

Im gonna go down south, Im gonna go down south to mexico,

Im going down, down, down to mexico where a man can be free

No ones gonna put a noose around my neck,

No one is gonna give me life, no.

Im goin down to mexico, Im going down.



Youre not going to hear em stand there

And look at the stars as big as holes in the arms

And the stars like a back truck electric flag

And Im standing there under that flag with your carbine

Between my legs, you know I felt so free of death beyond me

I felt so free, the f.b.i. is looking for me baby,

But theyll never find me, no, they can hold me down like a

And Im still on the run and they can speculate what Im fee

But daddy, daddy, youll never know just what I was feelin,

But Im sorry I am no little pretty little rich girl,

I am nobodys million dollar baby, I am nobodys patsy anymore

Im nobodys million dollar baby, Im nobodys patsy anymore

And I feel so free.

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