Father we've something to tell you, a story of our time A tragic but
inspiring tale, of manhood in its prime You know you had a dozen sons?
Well now that's, not quite true But feel no sorrow, do not grieve, he
would not want you to

There's one more Angel in Heaven, there's one more star in the sky
Joseph we'll never forget you It's tough but we're gonna get by

There's one less place at our table There's one more tear in my eye
But Joseph the things that you stood fer, like truth and light never die
When I think of his last great battle, a lump comes to my throat
It takes a man who knows no fear to wrestle with a goat
His blood-stained coat is tribute to his final sacrifice His body may
be past it's peak but his soul's in paradise

So long little Jo!
Adios Buckeroo!
Ten four good buddy

There's one less place at our table There's one more tear in my eye
But Joseph the things that you stood fer, like truth and light never die!
Carve his name with pride and courage, let no tear be shead
If he had not laid down his life, we all would now be dead