Play It Low Into Joe

'Play It Low Into Joe' by The Cash Strapped Johns. (Thats not to say Joe can't handle a high ball!) Best of luck to the Galway Hurlers!! Lyrics: Down in Portumna it was the height of the summer They were hurling in the Canning's back yard Tipp neighbours were prying and elbows were flying Ollie learned a trick for when the hits came in hard He played it low, He played it low into Joe! He played it low, He played it low into Joe! With a man on his trail The plan never failed He played it low, he played it low into Joe! He played it low, He played it low into Joe! With the wind in his sails He learned a way out of jail 15 years onwards all the old guard were goners And the Cats they were the cream of the crop Yes Kilkenny were cunning but they didnt see it coming Canning knew that the rot had to stop So he played it low, he played it low into Joe! He played it low, he played it low into Joe! With a cat on his back Wearing amber and black He played it low, he played it low into Joe! He played it low, he played it low into Joe! Put the cat in his sack Turned defence to attack. So forget all the highballs, the out-of-the-sky-balls We've a weapon that they cannot contain If you're caught in a right jam Just pick out the main man He'll turn one into three for the game Play it low play it low into Joe! Play it low play it low into Joe! If you're in need of a goal He'll dig you out of a hole Play it low play it low into Joe! Play it low play it low into Joe! When you need to repel The red rebel yell Play it low play it low into Joe! Play it low play it low into Joe! Oh the times coming soon For the boys in maroon. (Copyright Laredo Records)