Joe Radamante - Silence Plead Lyrics

Well listen up folks gather 'round the fire
I'm Howling Joe just a bluesman for hire
In this ol' town there's a plague you see
A nuisance buzzin' 'round won't let us be

There's a wailin' man with his Ape Car loud
Sharpenin' knives fixin' kitchens oh how proud!
Disturbin' the peace on a weekend's eve
Annoyin' us all can't hardly believe

I work all week earnin' my dime
Longin' for rest in this troubled time
But here comes trouble rollin' down the street
That racket's like thunder can't get no sleep

Ohhhhhhh please ohhhhhhh please ohhhhhhh please
Listen to my plea

I've howled at the moon begged for some peace
But that Grinder's growl it just won't cease
Oh how I wish for a quiet night's slumber
But that wailin' man's voice it tears like thunder
But that wailin' man's voice it tears like thunder

So here's my tale of woe sung with a sigh
Howling Joe beneath this midnight sky
If you see the Arrotino tell him from me
Quit his racket let us be free

There's a wailin' man with his Ape Car loud
Sharpenin' knives fixin' kitchens oh how proud!
Disturbin' the peace on a weekend's eve
Annoyin' us all can't hardly believe

So here I am with my bluesy plea
Howling Joe won't you set us free?
From that wailin' man and his noisy spree
Oh Lord have mercy hear my plea

Ohhhhhhh please ohhhhhhh please
Listen to my plea