A Little Boy Called Joe
In a war torn land of poverty
somewhere across the sea
A little boy is waitin'
he looks a lot like me
His hair is like the sunlight
on the wings of a crow
I don't know what they named him
but I'm sure they called him Joe
Just a little boy called Joe
like so many more I know
Left all alone somewhere across the sea
I want him to have my name
little Joe mine to claim
A little boy called Joe belongs to me
His mother died to give him life
the night my orders came
I wanted to be with him
but war's an evil thing
Now he won't recognize me
but I've got to let him know
He means much more to some one
than just a little boy called Joe
Author: na
Version: Ralph Stanley
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