Joe

(Verse 1) In a small town, where the river flows, Lived a hunter named Joe, with a heart of gold. Every year, he’d dream and apply, For a special tag, he’d reach for the sky. (Chorus) But luck never came, no matter what he tried, Even easy tags would pass him by. All his friends would cheer and raise a cry, While Joe’s dreams just kept passing him by. (Verse 2) He’d save his pennies, for the lottery draw, Praying each time, he’d hear the call. Montana, Colorado, Alaska too, Joe kept believing, his dreams would come true. (Chorus) But luck never came, no matter what he tried, Even easy tags would pass him by. All his friends would cheer and raise a cry, While Joe’s dreams just kept passing him by. (Bridge) His buddies drew tags, every single year, They’d bag the big ones, while Joe’d sip his beer. Watching the sunrise, over the mountain crest, Wondering if he’d ever be blessed. (Verse 3) Even simple draws, the ones they all get, Would slip through his fingers, with deep regret. Joe’s hair is grey, and his eyes still shine, With the spirit of a hunter, still in his prime. (Chorus) But luck never came, no matter what he tried, Even easy tags would pass him by. All his friends would cheer and raise a cry, While Joe’s dreams just