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Joe's Last Jig

from The Pines of My Past by Gabriel Coia

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It was time for big Joe Mulliner to find a place to hide
So he left his farm on the Mullica and he kissed his wife goodbye.
When he could, he'd come to see her, but he couldn't stay for long
'Cause big Joe was an outlaw, 'twas the woods where he belonged.

But Joe, he was jovial, and he loved a grand old time
So he and his band of crooks would crash any party they could find
With one hand on a pistol, and in the other a pint of ale
He'd entice the fairest lady there while her partner's face turned pale.

Drink, Joe, drink
'Til the night turns into day
Dance, Joe, dance
While the fiddler plays

Joe and his gang moved through the woods boldly and with stealth
They roamed the old stage roads and robbed riders of their wealth
And so many have often called him the Robin Hood of the Pines
But big Joe buried his treasure - the poor weren't on his mind.

Hide, Joe, hide
Don't let your loot be found
Dig, Joe, dig
Stash it in the ground

Late one night Joe and his boys were letting' loose at the inn
Little did Big Joe know the trouble he'd soon be in
And he drank and he sang and he laughed through the night, and he danced one final time
Before the Law caught up with him and tried him for his crimes

Laugh, Joe, laugh
Live it up, these final thrills
'Cause you're gonna hang, Joe, hang
Up on the Gallows Hill

With the noose around his neck, Joe drew one final, fearless breath
For this bandit he had other plans, and the sting he'd steal from death
And his ghost still roams the river banks and haunts the sandy roads
And until he finds his long lost loot, the Pines are his abode

Dance, Joe, dance
Just like times of old
Search, Joe, search
'Til you find your buried gold
Sing, Joe, sing
The last song is still unsung
Dance, Joe, dance
The last jig is yet to come

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from The Pines of My Past, released March 14, 2016

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