Paroles Big Joe de David M. Bailey

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It was just another Sunday at the big church down on Main He was just another homeless man, big Joe was his name She was just a kitchen helper, miss Betty, mild and meek Prepared the sacred elements every single week Prayers had all been said, hymns had all been sung Pastor set the table, invited everyone Big Joe had heard the music so he took a step inside He saw a bunch of well -dressed folks who looked like they were trying to hide He saw a man in fancy robes pick up a loaf of bread Tear it into pieces, then big Joe thought he said All ye who are hungry †Joe thought, that's me So he walked on down the aisle, hoping it was free Well the pastor looked uneasy, not sure what to do But the usher held the plate out and said broken just for you Big Joe felt pretty lucky, then they handed him so wine Cup was pretty small but it tasted pretty fine Joe said at the usher, that bread was good Could I have a little more, do you think I could Now the usher looked uneasy, looked a bit confused Then said I'm sorry sir, that's not how this bread is used Joe said I'd like to talk to the master of this meal I'd really like to know exactly how he feels 'Cause up there on the table I can see it plain as day, You got a half a loaf left over †you gonna throw that away Cause I got a bunch of friends they re sleeping in the street Right outside your door and they could use a bite to eat Well the ushers got to talking, then one began to shout Then before you know it, a fight had broken out Meanwhile miss Betty slipped away, to the kitchen she did go Filled a basket up with bread and brought it back to Joe She said take this to your friends and you come on back next week Joe said as you've done to them - you've done to me That's how it all got started at the big church down on Main Where people come from miles away to break bread in his name Hallelujah

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