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This Poem Is Best Viewed With A Glass Of
Pikesville Supreme Rye Whiskey
Sweet Man Joe
American anonymous
You all are raving 'bout that loving Sam,
I mean the one that came from Alabam'.
You have a good chance to meet my beau,
He comes from that town called Baltimo'.
He's a lovin' man,
Dresses mighty grand,
Sweetest in the land.
No one can love me like my sweet man Joe,
He does his lovin' so nice and slow.
My Joe he treats me so nice and sweet,
And I'll be dog gone if his lovin' can't be beat.
I mean my Joe he really treats me right,
Don't have no trouble seein' him each night.
And I'll tell the world where ever I go,
No one loves me like my sweet man Joe--
I'll scream it--loves me like my sweet man Joe.
Now that you've met my man don't flirt around,
For he knows better than to turn me down,
'Cause I'm the key to his bread and meat,
He knows my lovin' is nice and sweet.
Let me get you doe,
I will knock you cold,
If you mess with him.
No one can love me like my sweet man Joe,
He does his lovin' so nice and slow.
My Joe he treats me so nice and sweet,
And I'll be dog gone if his lovin' can't be beat.
I mean my Joe he really treats me right,
Don't have no trouble seein' him each night.
And I'll tell the world where ever I go,
No one loves me like my sweet man Joe--
I'll scream it--loves me like my sweet man Joe.
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