Joes Place Lyrics by Joe Nichols

Joes Place Lyrics

    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

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