"Old Joe's Chair," live from Chicago

[00:00:14] Sit me down in that old leather seat Put my feet up Spin me around and smile and call me by my name Old Joe he's a sight in his horn rims and white hair and just like this barbershop they don't make em quite the same so take a little off the top Take a little off the sides Brush the burden from my shoulder Take the load off of my mind Always find my way back there he shakes his shears from the big blue jar Asks how are you? [00:01:00] And I tell him Joe I don't know where I dare begin if I say it's been a damn hard year Would be too honest When Joe keeps on clipping I know my secret's safe with him so take a little off the top Take a little off the sides Brush the burden from my shoulder Take the load off of my mind Always find my way back there to old Joe's chain Old Joe's chain Old Spice and hardwood floor and bad jokes from before the war and Polaroids on the walls from days gone by now men don't gripe, men don't do sad but sitting here I feel like I'm talking with my dad first moment's peace I've had in a long Turns me around with a wink and hands me a mirror and I tell him Joe, I swear I look like a new man and he says Son, you could never get too many haircuts don't be a stranger and he offers me his hand Take a little off the top Take a little off the sides Push the burden from my shoulder Take the load off of my mind Always find my way back there to old Joe's chair Can you sing with us, Old Joy? [00:03:47] Right.