Words and Music by Catesby Jones
Prospect Hill Music   BMI

Joe Shine

Joe had a sign reading “Two bits a shine
Take the time it’ll make you feel great”.
Just a couple of chairs tucked up under the stairs
Prop your feet on an old wooden crate

With a good coat of Kiwi that rag poppin’ daddy
Would sing you a custom made blues
Leave ‘em black as he can like the back of his hands
With a smile you could see in your shoes. Singing… 

CHORUS:

One for Tuskegee when cotton was king
Two for Idella my sweet little thing
Three for Korea and 20 below
Four for my brother, God rest his soul
Five for our country, red, white and blue
Six for the folks who still wear leather shoes
Seven come eleven, I’ve had a good time
Eight give the Saints and the Angels a shine 

A Roi-Tan box with a rubber band lock
Was all he ever had for a bank
Full of dollars and dimes, tips of all kinds
There was always somebody to thank

I remember Joe said that the key to your head
Is right on the soles of your feet
And a good spit shine could clear out your mind
Leave you dancing all through the week 

REPEAT CHORUS:

BRIDGE:

Old Joe died last summer
I can’t get him off of my mind
He left Miss Idella a hundred thousand dollars
And Lordy don’t the night sky shine 

REPEAT CHORUS:

Words and Music by Catesby Jones
Prospect Hill Music   BMI
www.catesbyjones.com