Burning up your hometown streets could set a fire for the world to catch
Burn it up, no need to reconcile
Come and see me, I'm your west end perfect stranger, in America
Lady on that state's so full of style
Stand up, turn around, beat it out
You gotta sound, Joe
Swing low and now I know
It's hard to let a brother go, Joe
The many boots that you have laced could tell a story, comin' night and day
No one said that you would need a crowd
The many lands that you have graced could make a case that there is no better make
And now I only see your face in clouds
Stand up, turn around, beat it out
You gotta sound, Joe
Swing low and now I know
It's hard to let a brother go, Joe
Stand up, turn around, beat it out
You gotta sound, Joe
Swing low and now I know
It's hard to let a brother go, Joe
Tell me so
Do you know
Does it show
When I'm low
And then again, when I feel your love from far away, I think of yesterday
I see a family we know how to smile
There comes a time when you must rock another world and we will get along
There comes a time when we will walk that mile
Stand up, turn around, beat it out
You gotta sound, Joe
Swing low and now I know
It's hard to let a brother go, Joe
Stand up, turn around, beat it out
You gotta sound, Joe
Swing low and now I know
It's hard to let a brother go, Joe
