Letter to Sweet Rowena made up of 67 Joe song titles (Page 1 of 2)

awesome, now put it to music.
or do a video mash-up

someone else here did a similar thing years back but did not highlight the pertinent words and we had a little guessing game. will try to remember more about it to see if i could search it up. would have to think of something unique about it or who it was to have a chance at a search for it

glad you liked it

With a great challenge from Jane, I have lengthened the story to include 64 Joe song titles:

Dear Sweet Rowena,

       On this black night, I know where I belong, down by the river to watch the great flood steal your heart away. All I ask is for you to reconsider baby. I know you said I was three times a fool, but I was sick in love and you upset me baby with those mumbling words. Now it's a burning hell without you and I'm takin' the hit for the pain and sorrow I've caused from my mistake. I guess I'll never get that one last kiss and it'll be just tea for one from now on.
    One of these days I'll be feelin' good and thinking about happier times, but that's further on up the road. Now I'm just a dislocated boy on this wandering earth feeling blue and evil looking for somewhere trouble don't go and a bridge to better days. I know it's the hard way, but it's my current situation and until another kind of love comes around to find a place in my heart, I'll miss you, hate you.
    They said it was a new day yesterday, but you know it's just an old day now. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, but it's up to you now baby, you gotta change your mind. Unfortunately you're stubborn, sweet Rowena, so I guess I have to stop feelin' so torn down and just pack it up and move on.
      There are so many roads I could travel and I know a new life is waiting for me. I know a place near Richmond and as the crow flies it's just around the bend. I'd love to take the slow train from the valley, but all I got is some leftover jelly roll and dirt in my pocket. So I guess I'm destined for a life of walkin' blues. When the sun goes down, I'll go travelin' south towards junction 61 kickin' the stones in my passway with my Spanish boots.  Now, I know there aren't any palm trees, helicopters and gasoline along that stretch of lonesome road, just high water everywhere. And they say you better watch yourself because there are people along that route who are funkier than a mosquito's tweeter and are known to drink a jockey full of bourbon before noon. But I know I'll be okay so long as they don't burn down that bridge before I get to cross it.
     So it's like that, sweet Rowena, always remember that I was wild about you baby and if I had to cry today it's only because I don't believe I'll be asking around for you anymore.

                                                                                              Love,

                                                                                              John Henry

Sometimes I think I have way too much time on my hands

I enjoyed that .Maybe it could be engraved on Hadrians Wall!