Engine Joe

Why ya gotta go
 And sell your soul?
 Why ya gotta talk
 About Engine Joe
 Like he's some guy
 In a fairy tale book?
 Everybody knows
 That he just cooks
 Baked beans and brisket
 In a barbecue stand
 On the dirty side of town
 He's a dirty old man
 But he likes his job
 More than the rest
 Who work with him
 And consider him the best
 Still he wouldn't care
 If you called him a rat
 But why ya gotta talk
 About Engine Joe like that?
 In the very same city
 On the other side of town
 Lives a funny little lady
 And a rodeo clown
 And she swears she's
 Loved him all her life
 He promises one day
 He's gonna make her his wife
 Have a couple kids
 And a little plot of land
 Open themselves
 Up a barbecue stand
 Just like Engine Joe
 On the other side of town
 Funny little lady
 And the rodeo clown
 Rodeo clown thinks
 That Engine Joe is fat
 But still he wouldn't talk
 About Engine Joe like that
 Guitar
 Once upon a time
 There was a race car racer
 And he had himself
 A suped up AMC Pacer
 It was shaped like a bubble
 But it drove really fast
 The racer couldn't drive
 So the Pacer, it crashed
 Got himself a guy with a truck
 That could tow her
 Still he said he didn't think
 That guy could fix its motor
 But that guy, he didn't care
 He fixed it just the same
 I guess that's how
 Engine Joe got his name
 Now, he wrangles
 Beef in a barbecue stand
 Ever since the day
 That he mangled his hand
 He doesn't care
 He just keeps on smokin'
 Cigarettes and brisket man
 I ain't jokin'