There's a place called Joe's
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Where some of us go
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When the hard working day is through
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Through the neon smoke
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We laugh and tell jokes
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And throw down a cold one or two
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There's a jukebox that's full of records
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By Willy, Hagard and Jones
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There's a picture of Elvis, and ol' John Wayne
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Hanging side by side on the wall
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Chorus:
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Down at Joe's Place
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It's still the old way
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Pickled eggs in a jar
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And a blue ribbon sign
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Ol' boys and bankers
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Sitting side by side
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Down at Joe's place
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Down at Joe's place
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Along about midnight
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A few hangers on
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Are still hanging out at the bar
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If the telephone rings
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It's an understood thing
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Joe don't know where they are
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At a table in the corner
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There's a young man and an empty chair
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His head in his hands, tears in his eyes
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And a girlfriends ring lying there
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Down at Joe's place
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It's still the old way
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Pickled eggs in a jar
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And a blue ribbon sign
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Ol' boys and bankers
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Sitting side by side
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Down at Joe's Place
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Down at Joe's Place
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Pickled eggs in a jar
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And a blue ribbon sign
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Ol' boys and bankers
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Sitting side by side
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Down at Joe's Place
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Down at Joe's Place
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Joe's place
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Let's go to Joe's place
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Joe's Place
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| Joe Nichols |
