Embezzling Joe from Dave Walker by Dave Walker

Embezzling Joe, the revenue man, runs through the hills as fast as he can. Will anyone remember him, no one can tell, they buried him where he fell, they buried him where he fell.

There won't be a tombstone, no one to mourn, no kith or kin to remember he was born, just his tired old wife, in a caravan, she's laughing at the death of the revenue man, laughing at the death of her man.

They swept a new broom through the government house, embezzling joe he kept lots for himself. Twenty years of taking from people with none, he got no gold watch no daughter no son, no watch, no daughter, no son

He poured his whole life into making people sad, his taxing and a stealing, the revenue man. His woman and his shame had driven him to drink his life was nothing, he died like a thief, he died just like a thief.

• Alternative
• Country-Alt
• folk
• original singer songwriter
• rock
• storyteller
• Australia