Joe's Place

There's a place called Joe's where some of us go When the hard working day is through Through the neon and smoke, we laugh and tell jokes And throw down a cold one or two There's a jukebox that's full of records By Willie, Haggard and Jones There's a picture of Elvis and ol' John Wayne Hanging side by side on the wall Down at Joe's place, it's still the old way Pickled eggs in a jar and a blue ribbon sign Ol' boys and bankers sitting side by side Down at Joe's place, down at Joe's place Along about midnight, a few hangers on Are still hanging out at the bar If the telephone rings, it's an understood thing Joe don't know where they are At a table in the corner There's a young man and an empty chair His head in his hands, tears in his eyes And a girlfriend's ring lying there Down at Joe's place, it's still the old way Pickled eggs in a jar and a blue ribbon sign Ol' boys and bankers sitting side by side Down at Joe's place, down at Joe's place Pickled eggs in a jar and a blue ribbon sign Ol' boys and bankers sitting side by side Down at Joe's place, down at Joe's place Joe's place, let's go to Joe's place