The Folksmen - Old Joe's Place lyrics

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 sk**et 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 sk**et 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 sk**et 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