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 its 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 its hard to let a brother go joe. Stand up turn around beat it out you gotta sound joe. Swing low and now i know its 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 its hard to let a brother go joe. Stand up turn around beat it out you gotta sound joe. Swing low and now i know its hard to let a brother go joe