Tasha Miller - Go Joe Lyrics

Rats took to the chickens.
Mold took to the walls.
Mama took to laying around.
Papa gone to play ball.

Creek beds took to dark sand.
Cornfields took to stalk.
Big brother took to the cellar.
He never again would talk.

Plum trees took to beetles.
Garden turned all to thistle.
Milk weed sprouted up real high.
And the rust took to the pails.

The hay loft door took to the wind.
My little Benny took to the road.
Mama took to cheap cologne.
Sister sold her soul.

Well I took myself,
I found a man and a bus.
Said, "Step on the gas, Joe!
Let's go! Let's get on outta here! Go Joe!"

Yeah, I took myself,
I found a man and a bus.
Said, "Step on the gas, Joe!
Let's go! Let's get on outta here!
Go Joe!"

On my way outta town,
The preacher man flagged me down.
He said, "There's nothing God can do.
No, not even God can do.
You go make better memories.
Heaven help you not look back on these!"
(OH, NO!)

The cattle took to roam.
Then my mama turned to cold.
All the floors fell right through.
That life was laying fallow.

Bed clothes took to moth-eaten.
Food: gone straight to rot.
Pictures on the wall took to stain.
A past abandoned and forgot.

Hell, I took myself.
I found a man and a bus. I said,
"Step on the gas, Joe! Let's go!
Let's get on outta here! Go Joe!"

Oh, I took myself.
I found a man and a bus. I said,
"Step on the gas, Joe! Let's go! (Let's Go)
Let's get on outta here!
C'mon, Go Joe! Go Joe!"