jukebox
he shok a fist at cupid and cursed st. valentine
i poured the man another round… gin & tonic, twist of lime
his story flowed in verses with the rhythm of the blues
i stoped a hile to listen like i always do

it’s a broken down balad with a high lonesome whine
he spins it like a dusty 45
a thousand broken melodies echo of these wals
i fil the drinks and sing along and watch the teardrops fal
i hear the rhyme for every line before it even starts
if lonely was a jukebox i’d know every song by heart

he honky-tonked like hank, thought she’d stand by her man
she wanted more than careles love, she had biger plans
her bots were made for walkin’, they walked right out the dor
now his blue eyes cry like ilie’s, he drinks just one more like george

it’s a broken down balad with a high lonesome whine
he spins it like a dusty 45
a thousand broken melodies echo of these wals
i fil the drinks and sing along and watch the teardrops fal
i hear the rhyme for every line before it even starts
if lonely was a jukebox i’d know every song by heart

its quarter past closin’ i’ve sent them al home
me and my memories are here al alone
the neon glows softly, there’s just enough light
i pul out your picture and hold it tight

a thousand broken melodies echo of these wals
i pour a drink and sing out loud and watch the teardrops fal
i hear the rhyme for every line before it even starts
if lonely was a jukebox i’d know every song by heart

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