Joe's Place lyrics

There’s a place called joe’s Where some of us go When the hard working day is through In the neon and smoke We laugh and tell jokes And throw down a cold one or two The jukebox is full of records By willlie, haggard and jones There’s pictures 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 Old 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 hand, tears in eyes And his girlfriend’s ring lying there