| Song | Canyon Joe |
| Artist | Joe Purdy |
| Album | Canyon Joe |
| 作曲 : Purdy | |
| Well I live in the canyon | |
| Where the old coyotes howl | |
| And they come down from the mountains when the dogs begin to growl | |
| And they meet up in the darkness where they fight until the death | |
| When the morning sun is rising I will bury who they left | |
| And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
| And I stay in the cabin | |
| Where I work my hands to bleed | |
| Swing the hammer to the nail | |
| And I swing the axe onto the tree | |
| And I once cleared these woods | |
| -yeah there used to be a path | |
| And now the trees have overgrown just to prove that nothing lasts | |
| And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
| The old man went crazy | |
| He lives high up on the ridge | |
| He used to tell me all the stories of the church house and the bridge | |
| But the bridge, she washed away your sin | |
| The church house- it got burned | |
| 'Cause this world has gone angry and some people never learn | |
| And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
| And I once loved a woman | |
| Yes and Georgia was her name | |
| We met out in the foothills of the Ozark Mountain Range | |
| We saw the world together | |
| Least the parts that we love most | |
| She still comes to me in dreams | |
| I am still haunted with her ghost | |
| And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
| And all my thoughts are heavy | |
| My beard, it has grown long | |
| And I search the face of six-strings for an old familiar song | |
| But the chords, they all sound foreign like the places that I've been | |
| So I close my eyes to sleep | |
| Tomorrow I will try again | |
| And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
| Oh, oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
| Singing oh, oh, they call me Canyon Joe |
| zuò qǔ : Purdy | |
| Well I live in the canyon | |
| Where the old coyotes howl | |
| And they come down from the mountains when the dogs begin to growl | |
| And they meet up in the darkness where they fight until the death | |
| When the morning sun is rising I will bury who they left | |
| And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
| And I stay in the cabin | |
| Where I work my hands to bleed | |
| Swing the hammer to the nail | |
| And I swing the axe onto the tree | |
| And I once cleared these woods | |
| yeah there used to be a path | |
| And now the trees have overgrown just to prove that nothing lasts | |
| And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
| The old man went crazy | |
| He lives high up on the ridge | |
| He used to tell me all the stories of the church house and the bridge | |
| But the bridge, she washed away your sin | |
| The church house it got burned | |
| ' Cause this world has gone angry and some people never learn | |
| And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
| And I once loved a woman | |
| Yes and Georgia was her name | |
| We met out in the foothills of the Ozark Mountain Range | |
| We saw the world together | |
| Least the parts that we love most | |
| She still comes to me in dreams | |
| I am still haunted with her ghost | |
| And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
| And all my thoughts are heavy | |
| My beard, it has grown long | |
| And I search the face of sixstrings for an old familiar song | |
| But the chords, they all sound foreign like the places that I' ve been | |
| So I close my eyes to sleep | |
| Tomorrow I will try again | |
| And oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
| Oh, oh, they call me Canyon Joe | |
| Singing oh, oh, they call me Canyon Joe |