miss me for a while But in heaven I'll no larger grow And any kind angel will know at the gate When you ask for your darling little Joe
译文: 雪，汉克. 小乔.
Recorded by Hank Snow Author - Hugh Antoine D'Arcy 'Twas a balmy summer evening and a goodly crowd was there Which well-nigh filled Joe's barroom
Words & Music by Hank Snow A pale little boy lay there helpless On the prairie at the close of the day. "I've been shot in the breast, sir, please help
will clear my head, I think Well, she looked around and caught his eye And Joe said, I, yi, yi, yi, yi When Mexican Joe met Jole Blon Joe said, Lovely
