Joe's Place

Joe's Place -Joe Nichols
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