In a war torn land of poverty somewhere across the sea

There's a little guy who's waiting and he looks a lot like me

His hair is like the raven or the wings of a crow

I don't know what they named him but I'm sure they called him Joe

Just a little guy called Joe like so many more I know

Left all alone somewhere across the sea

I want him to have my name little Joe is mine to claim

This little guy called Joe belongs to me

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His mother died to give him life the night my orders came

I wanted to be with them but war's an evil thing

Now he won't recognize me but I've got to let him know

He means much more to someone than just a little guy called Joe

Just a little guy called Joe...