Put a quarter in the jukebox, I need to hear a honky-tonk song
Put a quarter in the jukebox, and I’ll see if I can sing along
Put a quarter in the jukebox, let’s pretend that she’s not gone
Put a quarter in the jukebox, I need to hear a honky-tonk song

Well this old hole-in-the-wall, is a beer joint fit for me
I always see someone I know, hell
A lot of times I drink for free
Tonight I’m holding on, to the teardrops in my glass
She’s about ninety miles down the highway
And now she is my past

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She left me crying on the front porch,
Just a whalin’ and a hollerin’ loud
I screamed please don’t leave me,
You’re the only think I’ve got to be proud
Next thing I know I’m sitting on this
Barstool I’ve been sitting here all night
With a bud light beer in my left hand
And a shot of Jack on my right

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