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 willie, 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,