American Old Time Song Lyrics: 34 Brother Joe

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BROTHER JOE.
Copyright, 1891, by Chas. F. Pidgin.
Words by Chas. F. Pidgin. Music by Louis Weiler.

I am a man full six feet tall, have never been sick a day;
I've made a living, and that's all-a laborer my trade they call;
I've never had time to play-I'll tell you why in my humble way;
I've never had time to play-I'll tell you why in my humble way:

Chorus.
Joe, Joe, my brother Joe, takes all the time I can find:
Joe, Joe, my loving Joe, deaf, and he's lame and he's blind-
Eyes, ears, to brother Joe; he is the care of my life;
Yes, I have lived for my Joe, never have taken a wife.

I'm up at five, and so is he, away to the field we go;
I tell him all that I can see-with hands we talk, both Joe and me;
He sees with his mind, you know, and from his lips does the laughter flow.
He sees with his mind, you know, and from his lips does the laughter flow.

Chorus.
Joe. Joe, my brother Joe, blind to the joys of the world;
To Joe, my happy Joe, earth all its pleasures unfurled;
When I to brother Joe tell all the sights I can see;
One pair of good eyes, you know, answers for Joe and for me.

I'm off at six, Joe waits for me, and supper together we take;
An op'ra, play or minstrelsy-each evening's spent in jollity-
I hear sweet sounds, Joe's hands will shake, and of the melody can partake.
I hear sweet sounds, Joe's hands will shake, and of the melody can partake.

Chorus.
Joe, Joe, my brother Joe, deaf to the sound of the world;
To Joe, my jolly Joe, music its beauties unfurled.
Said he, my brother Joe, "Jim, you can listen for two;
One pair of good ears, you know, does both for me and for you."

When Sunday comes to church we go, the sermon and music we hear;
What is the text, he first must know, and if the hymn is fast or slow;
His little voice is sweet and clear, to give the pitch my hand is near.
His little voice is sweet and clear, to give the pitch my hand is near.

Chorus.
Joe, Joe, my brother Joe, lame, and he's deaf and he's blind,
Yet, Joe, my patient Joe, joy in this world he can find.
I'm to my brother Joe, eyes, and his ears, as you see;
One pair of good legs, you know, answers for Joe and for me.
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