Chris Sand

Lyrics

Joseph is my name, a carpenter by trade / I’m broken down and stranded in a stable / I’m with a lonesome gal, sweet Mary, she’s my pal / Even though she gave her heart to Gabriel / She claims he is an angel // But I, I will abide / I’ll stay forever by this woman’s side / Please don’t ya worry ‘bout my pride / I’ve seen it all, I’m happy, and besides / There’s nowhere left to hide // I met her on the beach, purdy as a peach / Her hair was blonde and bleached like Betty Grable’s / Or Marilyn Monroe’s in THE MISFITS, now you know / I’m more DiMaggio than Arthur Miller or Clark Gable / My cards are on the table // And I will abide / And Lord forbid my darlin’ ever dies / But I never will remarry, I won’t even try / I’ll be an old man with moonlight in my eyes / And nowhere left to hide // The saddest song done sung, George Jones, #1 / The industry was stunned, it sounded awesome / Oh, but what a thing to say—“He stopped lovin’ her today” / As if the fragrance of the rose faded out before it blossomed / And what a price it cost ‘im / But THAT ain’t me ’n’ Possum // Nah, we, we’re gonna ride / We’ll gallop hard across that Great Divide / Yeah, me ‘n him ‘n Hank ‘n ol’ John Prine / Poor boys with joyfulness inside / And nowhere left to hide // I, I’ll walk that line / And even though it’s time to say goodbye / I’ll meet you in that dawn’s early light / Out beyond the fields of wrong & right / Where there’s nowhere left to la la la la la la la la laaaa la . . .