E5 A5 E5 There's a place called Joe's, where some of us go B5 E5 When the hard workin' day is through A5 E5 Through the neon smoke, we laugh and tell jokes B5 Throw down a cold one or two A5 E5 There's a jukebox that's full of records A5 B5 E5 By Willie, Haggard, and Jones A5 B5 C#5 A5 There's a picture of Elvis, and ol' John Wayne B5 E5 Hangin' side by side on the wall A5 Down at Joe's place E5 It's still the old way A5 Pickled eggs in a jar B5 And a Blue Ribbon sign A5 B5 Old boys and bankers sittin' side by side E5 Down at Joe's place Down at Joe's place E5 A5 E5 Along about midnight, a few hangers on B5 E5 Are still hanging out at the bar A5 E5 Yeah, the telephone rings, it's an understood thing B5 Joe don't know where they are A5 E5 At a table in the corner A5 B5 E5 There's a young man and an empty chair A5 B5 E5 A5 His head in his hands, tears in his eyes B5 E5 And his girfriend's ring lying there A5 Down at Joe's place E5 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
