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I'll sing a song about a man I know you'll all agree
Born and raised in Newfoundland, he'll go down in history
In a place that we call Gambo town on the east coast of our Isle
He lived there with his family, but he was but a child
His name is Joey Smallwood, now this person you do know
There was a time when a lot of us liked to see him go
He went away, but not forgot, as time alone will tell
He did his job and don't forget he did it mighty well
Joey, Joey Smallwood, I know you'll always be
Part of Newfoundlander's hearts and a part of history
He joined the boundaries of our land by adding one lost link
He brought in jobs, created work, now just yet stop and think
Now, (?) Lake and Wabush town and Churchill at a glance
Now, don't forget the Newfie Pride, our booming Come By Chance
Now, baby bonus and welfare cheques as a lot of people thought
Did not come from Joey's hand, although he gave a lot
Like a better isle for us to live with a lot less idle time
A better place to raise your kids and a better place for mine
Joey, Joey Smallwood, I know you'll always be
Part of Newfoundlander's hearts and a part of history
So call him this and call him that ... call him what you may
A man like Joey Smallwood will never go away
But when he does our final words surely then will be
Good old Joey Smallwood, you're part of history
Joey, Joey Smallwood, I know you'll always be
Part of Newfoundlander's hearts and a part of history