Patti Smith: Hey Joe

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, you're 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 you're on the run what goes on in your mind, your sisters they sit by the window, you know your mama doesn't 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, where're you going with that gun in your hand ?
Hey joe, I said where're you goin' with that gun in your hand
I'm gonna go shoot my ol' lady,
You know I found her messing around town with another man
And you know that ain't 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.
I'm gonna go down south, I'm gonna go down south to mexico,
I'm going down, down, down to mexico where a man can be free
No one's gonna put a noose around my neck,
No one is gonna give me life, no.
I'm goin' down to mexico, I'm going down.

You're 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 I'm 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 they'll never find me, no, they can hold me down like a
And I'm still on the run and they can speculate what I'm fee
But daddy, daddy, you'll never know just what I was feelin',
But I'm sorry I am no little pretty little rich girl,
I am nobody's million dollar baby, I am nobody's patsy anymore
I'm nobody's million dollar baby, I'm nobody's patsy anymore
And I feel so free.