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.

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