JOE, DON'T LET YOUR MUSIC KILL YOU!
(Tom T. Hall)

Joe, don't let your music kill ya
It's a thing that's supposed to fill ya
It's a thing that's supposed to make ya happy
Taking pills and drinkin' whiskey
Pickin' can be mighty risky
Joe, don't let your music kill ya-Nobody cares.

That song that you've been singin'
It's not what ya think
I know you've seen some sunny days
You love your music
But you love your life
And there's nothin' silent like a grave.

Joe, don't let your music kill ya
It's a thing that's supposed? to fill ya
It's a thing that's supposed to make you happy
Takin' pills and drinkin' whiskey
Pickin' can be mighty risky
Joe, don't let your music kill ya-Nobody cares.

Hunger can be killed with a can of beans
Don't let them tell ya that I'm wrong
You got a good woman
An' she's got her dreams
Don't hang your life up for a song.

Joe, don't let your music kill ya
It's a thing that's supposed to fill ya
It's a thing that's supposed to make ya happy
Takin' pills and drinkin' whiskey
Pickin' can be mighty risky
Son, don't let your music kill ya-Nobody cares.

Joe, don't let your music kill ya
It's a thing that's supposed to fill ya
It's a thing that supposed to make ya happy
Takin' pills and drinkin' whiskey
[FADE]
Pickin' can be mighty risky
Joe, don't let your music kill ya-Nobody cares.

SOURCE: TOM T. HALL
FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE LAST HARD TOWN
1973 Mercury Records SR 1-697

Line Breaks <br> added.
-by Joe, of course-