Joe`s Place — текст песни (Joe Nichols)

(Mike Dekle/Byron Hill)

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