I keep goin' back to Joe's
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To that table in the corner,
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Sippin' wine and staring at the door.
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Our old waiter knows we're through,
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Still he sets a place for you
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Everything the way it was before.
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I keep goin' back to Joe's,
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But the man who plays piano
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Never plays your favorite melody.
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Joe keeps busy at the bar,
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Never asks me where you are.
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He was there when you walked out on me.
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Now I pray you'll walk back in,
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And you'll say what fools we've been,
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And we'll celebrate a happy new beginning.
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Chances are you'll never show,
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But you'll know just where to find me
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Every night until it's time to close.
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Just in case you miss me, too,
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I'll be there to welcome you.
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That's why I keep going back...
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That's why I keep goin' back...
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To Joe's.
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I Keep Going Back To Joe's
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| Nat King Cole |
