[Verse 1]
Burning up your hometown streets could set a fire
For the world to catch
Burn it up, no need to reconcile
Come and see me, I'm your west end
Perfect stranger, in America
Lady on that state's so full of style

[Chorus]
Stand up, turn around, beat it out
You gotta sound, Joe
Swing low and now I know
It's hard to let a brother go, Joe

[Verse 2]
The many boots that you have laced could tell a story
Comin' night and day
No one said that you would need a crowd
The many lands that you have graced could make a case that
There is no better make
And now I only see your face in clouds

[Chorus]
Stand up, turn around, beat it out
You gotta sound, Joe
Swing low and now I know
It's hard to let a brother go, Joe
Stand up, turn around, beat it out
You gotta sound, Joe
Swing low and now I know
It's hard to let a brother go, Joe
[Bridge]
Tell me so
Do you know
Does it show
When I'm low

[Verse 3]
And then again, when I feel your love from far away
I think of yesterday
I see a family, we know how to smile
There comes a time when you must rock another world and
We will get along
There comes a time when we will walk that mile

[Chorus]
Stand up, turn around, beat it out
You gotta sound, Joe
Swing low and now I know
It's hard to let a brother go, Joe
Stand up, turn around, beat it out
You gotta sound, Joe
Swing low and now I know
It's hard to let a brother go, Joe