Joe Nichols - Joe’s Place Lyrics

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 telphone 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 Joe Nichols Lyrics Joe’s Place Lyrics