Joe's Place - Gord Bamford

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 Willlie Haggard and Jones

There's pictures 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 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

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

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's place

Let's go to the Joe'