Lyrics:
in his hand
Set him up, Joe, set him up, Joe
Come on, let's go, come on, let's go
She broke my heart, she broke my heart
That cure is sitting
grab my hand, look at me
And said, "Who let you get so pretty?
You're as smooth as I remember you
Walkin' bright red flag
But you match the dress that I
Bovay, Alabama
Bovay, Alabama
I'll bury my hands deep
Into the mane of my lover
Bovay, Alabama
Bovay, Alabama
In the arms of the warmest
dime in the jukebox baby
I love rock n roll
So come and take some time
And dance with me
I love rock n roll
Cause it soothes my soul
I love rock
recalling how lonesome a man can be
Feeling a chill when over the hill
Came a brand new baby blue Cadillac
Stop on a dime
I threw my guitar in the back,
high and lonesome
and by the morning I felt handsome
But the jukebox was high and lonesome
and by the morning I felt handsome
Four in the morning
Bama Bama
(Ah we ready)
The #1 prospect in the nation
(Who)
Cortney Kentrell six-star baby
(Six-star baby)
Recruited by Peanut call him Nick Saban
and Daddy
Used to go through yeah I surely do
In the sweet by and by I'm
Gonna look him in the eye
And I'm gonna shake the hand of the
Man who used to moan
Star in my hand
It's a quarter for the jukebox boys
Play the Sons of the Mother Lovin' Bunkhouse Band
You ask me what I like about Texas
It's the big
I see
Is a girl with houndstooth on
In the stands in Tuscaloosa
Might've lost by twenty two
But I hate Alabama
'Cause that's where I lost you
my hand and four by fours kicking' up the sand
Rednecks, hippies, hillbillies and hicks
We're all hanging out here in the sticks
In Alabama the lower
slumped in Witampka
I be all over state, it ain't no tellin Wea Ima be next
My hit Prichard wit my Uncle know I fucc wit 93BLX
Fucc who got now I got next
It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in
you
I'm just a jukebox over by the wall
You can lean against me so you don't fall
Keep pushing my buttons I'll play all night long
I'm just a jukebox
ever seen.
My old guitar and a roadside bar.
Walked in the door looking like a movie queen
There was a honky tonk jukebox, hardwood floor
She said I
teeth
Without a mouth, my thoughts are marrow without bone. My eyes are blinded by a thousand layers of that god damn "Alabama
Chrome."
a pile of dirt and dust
But, baby
We could string the stars over these corn stalks
We could turn your truck into an old jukebox
Just take my hand
He should have known by all of my past sins
It's a wonder I ain't already locked up in the pin
Nothin' to lose on any given day
Will this be my last
Way down in Alambama
(Don't you mess with me)
Back up in Louisiana
(Don't you mess with me)
Back down in Alabama
(Don't mess with me)
Well well
a quarter in the jukebox
Put a quarter in the jukebox
Cause I'm a blow the roof off
Put a quarter in the jukebox
Cause I'm a blow the roof off
Yeah
Yeah
We
what you got girl
I don't know what got into you,
Lit up the whole place with the way you move,
Holding onto my hand while sliding back in the booth
I
night draws me in
And how I love to hear and watch that record spin
Oh I've got jukebox Fever, all over again
Every night you'll find me by the jukebox
an Irish band
But she fell in love with an English man
Kissed her on the cheek and then I took her by the hand
Said, "Baby, I just want to dance"
My
them ol' grey mules
The farm grew to be a moneymaker
And the house he lived in grew up room by room
The boy worked hard but soon got tired
_(1).jpg/300px-JukeboxTheGhost_DIAL_Paste_CortneyArmitage126A09952016_(1)_(1).jpg "Jukebox the Ghost")
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