The Johnnys - Injun Joe lyrics

Poor old Injun Joe Took on a pissed-off god Stealin tribal gold Way down in Mexico Uh huh huh Uh huh huh Uh huh huh Uh huh huh Joe set off with the gold Into the desert land His water soon ran out His horse died in the sand Uh huh huh Uh huh huh Uh huh huh Uh huh huh Just when he thought all hope was lost He saw a preacher man Well help me preacher please, Joe said Preacher turned into a buzzard's head Uh huh huh Uh huh huh Uh huh huh Uh huh huh Poor old Joe died that night Under the desert moon Spoil the child, spare the rod Don't ever mess with a pissed-off god Uh huh huh Uh huh huh Uh huh huh Uh huh huh Should've looked out Joe, but you went bad Should've known, gonna wind up dead Stealin from your tribe, you know that that is a crime Whoa well now folks where I come from They would've hanged you for what you done