Joe's Cigarette Blues

[Verse] In the heart of Scranton, Joe sits on a porch, With a cigarette in hand, oh how times have torched. He puffs away the troubles, the politics and stress, In the quiet of the evening, wearing yesterday’s dress. [Verse 2] The news is full of chatter, the polls go up and down, But Joe's just there a' smiling, beneath that wrinkled frown. He talks about the old days, of working in the mills, When men were tough and honest, no suits or dollar bills. [Chorus] Joe's cigarette blues, in the twilight’s dusky glow, Every puff a memory, of all the highs and lows. He’s seen the world a'changing, from the Senate’s heavy pews, But come the setting sun, he's got them cigarette blues. [Verse 3] The motorcades are waiting, but Joe takes his sweet time, He dreams of better mornings, when life was in its prime. The smell of tobacco lingers, in the cool September air, While the world keeps on moving, he’s got no rush or care. [Verse 4] Folks may judge him clever, or see him as a clown, But Joe's just a man from Scranton, who won't let it bring him down. With a Marlboro or Camel, he faces every storm, In the glow of that little ember, his weary heart stays warm. [Chorus] Joe's cigarette blues, in the twilight’s dusky glow, Every puff a memory, of all the highs and lows. He’s seen the world a'changing, from the Senate’s heavy pews, But come the setting sun, he's got them cigarette blues.