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
[Chorus:]
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
[Repeat chorus]