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