When-ever I'm out a wandering,
Chasing a rainbow dream,
I often stop and think a-bout,
A place I've never seen,
Where friendly folks can gather,
And raise the rafters high,
With songs and tales of yester year,
Un-til they say good-bye
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Well there's a puppy in the parlor,
And a skillet on the stove,
And a smelly old blanket,
That a Navajo wove,
There's a chicken on the table,
But you got to say grace,
There's always something cooking at,
Old Joe's Place
Now folks come by round evening time,
Soon as the sun goes down,
Some drop in from right next door,
And some from out of town ('Pick it!')
Bridge 2: (Instrumental/Banjo Solo)
Well there's a puppy in the parlor,
And a skillet on the stove,
And a smelly old blanket,
That a Navajo wove,
There's popcorn in the popper,
And a porker in the pot
There's pie in the pantry,
And the coffee's always hot,
There's a chicken on the table,
But you got to say grace,
There's always something cooking at,
Old Joe's Place
Now they don't allow no frowns inside,
Leave them by the door.
There's apple brandy by the keg,
And sawdust on the floor.
So if you've got a hankering',
I'll tell you where to go,
Just look for the busted neon sign
That flashes Ea A Oh's
Well
There's a puppy in the parlor,
And a skillet on the stove,
And a smelly old blanket,
That a Navajo wove,
There's popcorn in the popper,
And a porker in the pot
There's pie in the pantry,
And the coffee's always hot,
There's sausage in the morning,
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 something cooking at,
Old Joe's Place