I'll tell you 'bout a man I know He's lean and tall and his name is Joe If trouble comes around, he's in the middle He can sing and play everything, but the fiddle I went to see him play, the place was dark and loud They didn't come to sip, it was a drinkin' crowd My eyes, they burned from the smoky cloud It's a place where you walk in and find your way out He's a born singer A big star, he's a dead ringer He's a born fighter No one I know has a future that's brighter The music was good, boy, the band was tight Joe was singin' the blues, he was a-doin' 'em right A better sound I hadn't heard in years But in the back of my mind, I had some fears In the back of the room, I heard someone shout In two seconds time, a big fight broke out It gave the show a little different twist Joe left the stage swingin' his fists He's a born singer A big star, he's a dead ringer He's a born fighter No one I know has a future that's brighter ♪ If you think he can sing, you oughta see him fight He was quick as a cat, it was a sight He knocked 'em dead, and boy, he's in one And now when he's down, he said, "Ain't this fine?" He's a born singer A big star, he's a dead ringer He's a born fighter No one I know has a future that's brighter No one I know has a future that's brighter