Old Joe's Place Songtext

von The Folksmen

Whenever I'm out a wanderin'
Chasin' a rainbow dream
I often stop and think about
A place I've never seen

Where friendly folks can gather
And raise the rafters high
With songs and tales of yester year
Until they say goodbye

Well, there's a puppy in the parlor
And skillet on the stove
And a smelly old blanket
With a Navajo wove

There's a chicken on the table
But you got to say grace
There's always somethin' cookin' at
Old Joe's place

Now folks come by round evenin' time
Soon as the sun goes down
Some drop in from right next door
And some from out of town
(Pick it)

Well, there's a puppy in the parlor
And skillet on the stove
And a smelly old blanket
With a Navajo wove

There's popcorn in the pooper
And a porker in the pot
There's pie in the pantry
And the coffee's always hot

There's chicken on the table
But you got to say grace
There's always somethin' cookin' at
Old Joe's place

Now they don't allow no frown inside
Leave them by the door
There's apple brandy by the keg
And sawdust on the floor

So if you've got a hankerin'
I'll tell you where to go
Just look for the busted neon sign
That flashes, E A oh's

Well, there's a puppy in the parlor
And skillet on the stove
And a smelly old blanket
With a Navajo wove

There's popcorn in the pooper
And a porker in the pot
There's pie in the pantry
And the coffee's always hot

There's sausage in the mornin'
And a party every night
There's a nurse on duty
If you don't feel right

There's a chicken on the table
But you got to say grace
There's always somethin' cookin' at
Old Joe's place