Old Joe

Old Joe is a man who just wanders around
He says he moves much better when he's on his own
And he walks the lonely roads from town to town
And he pushes his home around in a broken cart
And he wears his ragged clothes and he plays the part.

And if nobody wants to talk to him, well that's okay
'Cause he's not too keen on talking anyway.

Old Joe is the man who'll fix the door
When the hinges break and it catches the floor
Then he'll spend the night in the barn on a bed of straw
In the morning he'll be gone when you try to find him
Some flowers by the door is all he leaves behind him.

And if nobody wants to talk to him, well that's okay
'Cause he's not too keen on talking anyway.

And when it's winter time and the wind blows cold
And the sheep are settled in the fold
People wonder where the old man goes
'Cause he disappears for two or three months or more
But he'll be back on the road in spring just like before.

And if nobody wants to talk to him, well that's okay
'Cause he's not too keen on talking anyway.

When I was a boy he was an old man then
And the old folks knew him when they were young
And now I'm grown, he's still around
I wonder if he's one of many that look the same
Or maybe he's just a small part of the game.

And if nobody wants to talk to him, well that's okay
'Cause he's not too keen on talking anyway.

And if nobody wants to talk to him, well that's okay
'Cause he's not too keen on talking anyway
No, he's not too keen on talking anyway.