Kiss my face, slap me on my hand but if I tumble please 
catch me where I land.
Then I won't look back at where I fall ‘cause if I cry 
out, “Who's going to hear me call?
Hey Joe?Â…

Some folks find it hard to get along these days.
If this wasn't my home I don't believe that I would stay.
I thought I heard somebody ring my bell.
I used to know; honey, but now it's hard to tell.
Hey Joe?Â…

When I'm gone, LordÂ…who's gonna carry my name?
When I'm gone, LordÂ…who's gonna carry my name?
When I'm gone, Willie Johnson would you carry my name?

I feel like an old man playin' a young man's game.
Hey Joe?