Poor Ole Joe (key D) Poor Ole Joe, I guess he’ll never know How his baby boy became the son of God He was sprucing up the manger when, in popped 3 wise strangers Dropping off myrrh, frankincense and gold Now Joe struggled at home all alone Busting his fingers to the bone Building bowls, and chairs made of wood Well his Grandpa was a carpenter And his wife sure got real popular But between them all, they did the best they could Poor Ole Joe, I guess he’ll never know How his baby boy became the son of God He was sprucing up the manger when, in popped 3 wise strangers Dropping off myrrh, frankincense and gold One day the wife said “Oh My Lord!, Now please Joe don’t go overboard, But I am pretty sure I got a bun in me” Joe’s face dropped and went slack-jaw Wondering what he’d tell his Pa ‘Bout a majical addition to his family Poor Ole Joe, I guess he’ll never know How his baby boy became the son of God He was sprucing up the manger when, in popped 3 wise strangers Dropping off myrrh, frankincense and gold Solo - 16 bars, sax and piano Now the boy dropped right ‘round Christmas time Joe thought Santa wouldn’t mind If the whole wide world, could share this starry night Well the Father Son and Holy Ghost Thought that Joe was just the most And made him a Saint, cause he’s alright Poor Ole Joe, I guess he’ll never know How his baby boy became the son of God Whether it’s flying reindeer, or magic wombs As long as we all sing those tunes Have a happy clappy Christmas one and all (x3)