Regular (4-Track) Version
(Thanks to James Williams (jamie@additionalmoog.freeserve.co.uk)
for the correct lyrics to this song.
He got them directly from Clint Boon, who told him the song was
about a tramp
who used to hang out near the band's rehearsal studio).
All that I possess is my existance, vagrant
more or less
The children on the pave mither bad, but help me through my day
This borrowed cigarette, for which my heart will leap and it will
laugh
A debt to you my friend I owe but I'm afraid I can't repay
BECAUSE I'M JOE, THE STREET LAMP IS MY HOME
FROM PLACE TO PLACE I LIKE TO ROAM
THE COLD WIND BLOWS RIGHT THROUGH MY BONES
THE COLD WIND BLOWS RIGHT THROUGH MY BONES
My barrow I gave away, 'cause the muscle which pulled grew weaker
every day
This soldier crossed the sea, but now the maker wages war on me
This heart is still so proud of all the things the soldier once
achieved
But when you're vagrant, man, no one wants to know about those
things
BECAUSE I'M JOE, THE STREET LAMP IS MY HOME
FROM PLACE TO PLACE I LIKE TO ROAM
THE COLD WIND BLOWS RIGHT THROUGH MY BONES
THE COLD WIND BLOWS RIGHT THROUGH MY BONES
BECAUSE I'M JOE, THE STREET LAMP IS MY HOME
FROM PLACE TO PLACE I LIKE TO ROAM
THE COLD WIND BLOWS RIGHT THROUGH MY BONES
THE COLD WIND BLOWS RIGHT THROUGH MY BONES
Video Directed By Mitch @ Nick Weyman Harris Ltd. - Published by Chrysalis Music Ltd.