Massa Joe

Lucky Mud
Mike McKinney


Massa Joe is the story of another struggle, and that's the act of making a living in a land that pretty much has one employer. Or at least one over-seer. One place to find work.


Heat rising up from the highway

Steam coming off of the pines

July, the sap is running hot

The air smells like turpentine

If you want to put food on the table

There's only one place you can go

In this bad land, with your hat in your hand

You go to work for Massa Joe


You rise up early in the morning

Work 'til late at night

Don't argue with the man on the high horse yonder

Just know he's always right

He's looking out for the man with the money

Making sure you don't work slow

You'd better be afraid, 'cause you won't get paid

If you mess with Massa Joe



'Cause Massa Joe lives in the Big House

To hear him tell it, he's a saint

The only thing you've got to know

Shut your mouth and do what you're told

And you'll get along with old Saint Joe

You'll get along with Massa Joe


Now, he don't know what your name is

But he owns everything

So where ever you live you're gonna be giving

Your money and your time to The King

'Cause he owns the land and the airport

And he owns the Company Store

It might not be right, but don't try to fight it

It belongs to Old Saint Joe


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