Joes Place — текст песни (Joe Nichols)

Theres a place called joes

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

Theres a jukebox thats full of records

By willie, haggard and jones

Theres a picture of elvis and ol john wayne

Hanging side by side on the wall



Down at joes place

Its still the old way

Pickled eggs in a jar

And a blue ribbon sign

Ol boys and bankers

Sitting side by side

Down at joes place

Down at joes place



Along about midnight

A few hangers on

Are still hanging out at the bar

If the telphone rings

Its an understood thing

Joe dont know where they are

At a table in the corner

Theres a young man and an empty chair

His head in his hands. tears in his eyes

And a girlfriends ring lying there



Down at joes place

Its still the old way

Pickled eggs in a jar

And a blue ribbon sign

Ol boys and bankers

Sitting side by side

Down at joes place

Down at joes place