Run, Joe Songtext
von Chuck Berry

Mo and Joe had a candy store
Tellin′ fortune behind a door
Cops grabbed Mo and as Joe ran out
Brother Mo then began to shout

Run Joe, eh, the police at the door
Run Joe and he won't let me go
Run Joe, run as fast as you can
Run Joe, the police holdin′ me hand

Ask Juanita to stand me bail
Don't want to sleep in this rotten jail
Hide the crystal ball by the fence
So dey won't find no evidence

When you reach home, get in the bed
Call a doctor and tie your head
Tell Juanita, invent a lie
Got to have a good alibi


Run Joe, eh, the police at the door
Run Joe and he won′t let me go
Run Joe, run as fast as you can
Run Joe, the police holdin′ me hand

Go get a mouthpiece to talk for me
Oh, they'll charge me with a third degree
When they take me before the sarge
I am going to deny the charge

If the judge ask me how I plead
"Not guilty sir, most decidedly
You can see judge at a glance
I′m a victim of circumstance"

Run Joe, eh, the police at the door
Run Joe and he won't let me go
Run Joe, run as fast as you can
Run Joe, the police holdin′ me hand

Me mommy told me not long ago
"Boy, keep away from that no good Joe"
If I do like me momma say
I wouldn't be in this trouble today


I′ll be home by the break of day
If the judge believe what I say
And if he don't, I'll be lookin′ cute
Behind the bars in me striped suit

Run Joe, eh, the police at the door
Run Joe and he won′t let me go
Run Joe, run as fast as you can
Run Joe, the police holdin' me hand

Run Joe
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Run Joe