(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