Roots Music Report

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Joe Kool was one of the heavies, 
Yet he was as smooth as a mellowed-out Chevy, 
Travelin’ infinity’s levee. 
He’s pushin’ distorted machine lines that made love to his axe. 
While piercing guitars screams cut through the strongest ear-cramped wax.

Yeah go ‘head and walk that line brother. 
I said he could make you feel fine baby.

So cool the spell you’ll come under. 
And he’ll pull you to the razor’s edge while guitars blaze thunder. 
And you hear that rat-tat-tat on Joe Kool’s mean Strat. 
Voice over reason jack, 
Six-string killer in basic black.

He’s Joe Kool Jack watch him ride you back. 
He’s Joe Kool Jack watch him take you back. 
He’s so cool jack watch him ride you back. 
He’s Joe Kool Jack watch him take you back.

Joe Kool keeps his act sharp and ready. 
For the time that will come, 
It comes hot and heavy. 
He tips his hat to the blues, 
And drove his fuzz right through the rules. 
He takes it out and always pulls it right back to the groove.

Joe Kool keeps his act sharp and ready. 
For the time that will come, 
It comes hot and heavy. 

He tips his hat to the blues, 
And drove his fuzz right through the rules. 
He takes it out and always pulls it right back to the groove.

Yeah go ‘head and walk that line brother. 
I said he could make you feel fine baby.

And as that road keeps on turnin’, 
You better believe Joe Kool’s burnin’. 
Master-at-arms, he’ll push that guitar to a drone. 
Ain’t no air left baby, 
And you can feel that to the bone.