well i live in the canyon where the old coyotes howl and they come down from the mountains when the dogs begin to growl and they meet up in the darkness where they fight until the death when the morning sun is rising i will bury who they left and oh they call me canyon joe and i stay in the cabin where i work my hands to bleed swing the hammer to the nail and i swing the axe onto the tree and i once cleared these woods yeah there used to be a path and now the trees have overgrown just to prove that nothing lasts the old man went crazy he lives high up on the ridge he used to tell me all the stories of the church house and the bridge but the bridge she washed away your sin the church house it got burned cause this world has gone angry and some people never learn and i once loved a woman yes and georgia was her name we met out in the foothills of the ozark mountain range we saw the world together least the parts that we love most she still comes to me in dreams i am still haunted with her ghost  and all my thoughts are heavy my beard it has grown long and i search the face of six strings for an old familiar song but the chords they all sound foreign like the places that i ve been so i close my eyes to sleep tomorrow i will try again and oh they call me canyon joe oh oh they call me canyon joe singing oh oh they call me canyon joe2