Never had no money, no place to go
âtil I left the corn fields of Ohio
I was gonna get rich on this game I play
Make it to the big leagues and come back someday
Momma said donât leave son, now donât you go
I said now you can hear me on the radio
She said
hey Joe say it ainât so
tell me it ainât true
Tears me up
how you can do what you do
Throw away all this that belongs to you
And it donât seem like you
No it don't seem like you
The boys treated me real good, I canât complain
Even when they asked me throw the game
Did the best I could but let a few get by
Press lit me up for that, made my Momma cry
But I left the courthouse with my good name
âtil a boy looked up at me handin' me my shame
He said
hey Joe say it ainât so
tell me it ainât true
Tears me up
how you can do what you do
Throw away all this that belongs to you
And it donât seem like you
No it donât seem like you
No it donât seem like you