Gord Bamford Joe’s Place Lyrics

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 Willie, Haggard and Jones

There’s pictures of Elvis and ol’ John Wayne

Hanging side by side on the wall

[Chorus:]

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

[Repeat chorus]