E                         A          E
There's a place called Joe's, where some of us go 
                      B      E
When the hard workin' day is through 
            A              E
Through the neon smoke, we laugh and tell jokes 
                         B
Throw down a cold one or two 
          A                      E
There's a jukebox that's full of records 
   A       B            E
By Willie, Haggard, and Jones 
          A          B          C#m      A
There's a picture of Elvis, and ol' John Wayne 
                B           E
Hangin' side by side on the wall 
        A
Down at Joe's place 
               E
It's still the old way 
        A
Pickled eggs in a jar 
      B
And a Blue Ribbon sign 
A                            B
Old boys and bankers sittin' side by side 
        E
Down at Joe's place 

Down at Joe's place 
 E                      A           E
Along about midnight, a few hangers on 
                  B          E
Are still hanging out at the bar 
          A                        E
Yeah, the telephone rings, it's an understood thing 
                          B
Joe don't know where they are 
     A            E
At a table in the corner 
          A                B     E
There's a young man and an empty chair 
    A           B      E            A
His head in his hands, tears in his eyes 
                    B          E
And his girfriend's ring lying there 
        A
Down at Joe's place 
               E
It's still the old way 

Pickled (A) eggs in a jar 

And a (B) Blue Ribbon sign 

(A) Old boys and bankers sittin' (B) side by side 

Down at (E) Joe's place 

Down at Joe's place 
 
Pickled (A) eggs in a jar 

And a (B) Blue Ribbon sign 

(A) Old boys and bankers sittin' (B) side by side 

Down at (E) Joe's place 

Down at Joe's place 

Joe's place 

Let's go to Joe's place