Lyrics Joe's Place - Joe Nichols

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 telphone 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