Gord Bamford - 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 [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]