MIDI files: 52
03:57
Wm. Marshall
04:13
03:59
gmat
04:03
CRAy1000
"There must be some kind of way out of here,"
said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion,
I can't get no relief
Businessmen they drink my wine,
plowmen dig my earth
None will level along the line
know what any of it is worth" Hey
"No reason to get excited,"
the thief, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that
and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now,
the hour is getting late" Hey
All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl
Hey
All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower
03:59
Path B. Guy
04:03
CRAy1000
03:59
MydKnight
04:10
04:10
Mustang
02:43
Luis T. Rivera
02:57
02:41
Wm. Marshall
03:16
LowCPM
02:36
RazTor
02:16
Mike Doyle
04:29
LowCPM
03:52
Edirol
04:29
LowCPM
03:52
03:36
J. Aldridge
03:39
03:40
Hey-ey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand
Hey-ey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand
I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady
I caught her messin' round with another man Yeah!
I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady
You know I caught her messin' round with another man
But, hey-ey Joe, I heard you shot your woman down, shot her down, down
But, hey-ey Joe, I heard you shot your old lady down, shot her down to the
ground
Yes I did, I shot her, you know I caught her messin' round, messin' round
town
Yes I did, I shot her, you know I caught my old lady messin' round town
Then I gave her the gun, I shot her!(Solo)
Hey Joe
Hey-ey Joe, where you goin' round to now, where you goin' now to
Hey-ey Joe, I said where you goin' round to now with that gun, where you gonna
go
Well dig! I'm goin' way down south, way down to Mexico City
Oh! Yeah!
I'm goin' way down south, way down where I can be free
Ain't nobody gonna find me
Ain't no hangman gonna, he ain't gonna put a rope around me
You better believe me right now
I gotta go now
Hey, hey now, you better run along now
Goodbye everybody
03:39
04:03
03:40
Fren
Hey Joe - Johnny Hallyday
Hey Joe
Court pas comme ça, dis
Y a pas le feu chez toi
Hey Joe
Vient dire bonjour
T'en mourras pas
Moi j'rentre à l'heure qui m'plait
J'ai même plus de montre
J'ai tout mon temps
Ce qui m'attend chez moi,
Je le sais
Rien qu'un lit froid
Sans personne dedans
Hey Joe
Si on parlait, hein !
Mais de quoi ?
Hey Joe
Le Vietnam, la bombe
Tu t'en fous de tout ça
Comme tu dis, la vie
C'est l'métro à six heures
Et chacun pour soi
Mais pour toi Joe,
Y a toujours une place
Mais pas pour moi,
Pourquoi ?
Hey hey Joe
Pourquoi t'as d'la chance
Plein les doigts ?
Hey, hey Joe
En naissant t'as marché
Dans quoi ?
T'as toujours les poches pleines
La voiture d'l'année
Dis donc, ma parole,
On en oublie
Qu't'es si laid
Moi Joe,
Tu vois, j'n'ai plus rien
J'pensais avoir une fille
Bien à moi
Mais il paraît Joe
Qu'elle dort maint'nant
Entre tes draps,
Bravo !
Tu vois Joe
Hier j'rêvais d'avoir ta peau
Mais Joe
J'préfère te voir souffrir
Et d'cette fille,
J't'en fais cadeau
Allez bonne chance Joe !
03:40
Hey Joe
Where you going with that gun in your hand
Hey Joe
Now tell me where you going
with that gun in your hand
I'm gonna shoot my lady
Cos I caught her messing around
with another man
Yes, I'm going down to shoot my lady
Cos I caught her messing around
with another man
Hey Joe
I heard you shot your woman down
Hey Joe
I heard you shot your woman down
Right down to the ground
Yes I did I shot her
I shot her cos I caught her messing 'round town
Yes I did I shot her
shot my woman cos she was messing 'round town
I gave her the gun
I shot her!
Hey Joe
Tell me where you gonna run to now?
Hey Joe
C'mon tell me where you gonna run to?
Don't you worry about me
I'm going way down South
Way down South
where I'm gonna be free
I'm going way down South
Way down South
maybe outside Mexico Way
I'm gonna run, oh yeah
03:40
04:07
03:38
03:40
03:44
INTER-MIDIs
Hey Joe
Where you goin' with that gun
in your hand
Hey Joe
I said where you goin'
with that gun in your hand
Yeah...
I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady
You know I caught her messin' round with another man...
Yeah...
I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady
You know I caught her messin' round with another man...
(Ain't that too cool)
Hey Joe
I heard you shot your woman down
(You shot her down now)
Hey Joe
I heard you shot your old lady down
(You shot her down in the_ground)
Yes I did, I shot her
You know I caught her messin' round,
messin' round town
Yes I did I shot her
You know I caught my old
lady messin round town
(And I gave her the gun
I shot her!)
All right!
Hey Joe
Where you gonna run to now
(Where you gonna run to)
Hey Joe, I said
Where you gonna run to now?
(Where you, where you gonna go?
Well, dig it!)
Hey Joe I'm goin' way
down south
Way down_to Mexico way
(All right!)
I'm goin' way down south
Way down where I can be free
(Ain't no one gonna find me)
Ain't no hangman gonna
He ain't gonna put a rope around me
(You better believe it right now!
I gotta go now)
Hey, hhey Joe
You better run on down
(Goodbye everybody, wow!)
02:07
RazTor
02:36
02:44
02:32
03:50
02:34
03:28
Wm. Marshall
03:00
RazTor
02:45
Purple haze All in my brain
Lately things don't seem the same
Acting funny but I don't know why
'Scuse me while I kiss the sky
Purple Haze all around
Don't know if I'm comin' up or down
Am I happy or in misery
Whatever it is That girl put a spell on me
Help me Help me
Purple haze all in my eyes
Don't know if it's day or night
You got me blowin Blowin my mind
Is it tomorrow or the end of time
Help me Help me
03:14
03:07
03:14
02:45
LowCPM
03:14
03:14
03:53
gmat
03:12
After all the jacks are in their boxes
and the clowns have all gone to bed
You can hear happiness staggering
on down the street
footsteps dressed in red
And the wind whispers Mary
A broom is drearily sweeping
up the broken pieces of yesterdays life
Somewhere a queen is weeping
Somewhere a king has no wife
And the wind, it cries Mary
The traffic lights, they turn,
uh, blue tomorrow
and shine their emptiness down on my bed
The tiny island sags down stream
'cause the life that lived is, is dead
And the wind screams Mary
Uh will the wind ever remember
the names it has blow in the past?
And with this crutch, its old age, and its wisdom
it whispers no, this will be the last
And the wind cries Mary
03:14
03:14
IFNI MIDI MUSIC
04:03
Wm. Marshall
02:05