Gene Watson - The Jukebox Played Along Lyrics

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The Jukebox Played Along

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What Are The Lyrics For The Jukebox Played Along By Gene Watson?
Well' I got off work and headed for town to have a few
Determined I would drown the pain of losing you But this couple on the dance floor were droppin' quarters in a slot And this heartless thing kept spinnin' old forget-me-nots The jukebox played along to my misery in song Just as if it felt the pain that I was goin' through Oh, it wailed out Crying Time and You Were Always On My Mind I was singin' the blues and the jukebox played along Well' the more I drank the more it became a mystery How the men who wrote these songs wrote then just for me They must have hid out in my closet or they had to read my mail Lord, I must have heard at least ten dollars worth of Hell Oh, the jukebox played along to my misery in song Just as if it felt the pain that I was goin' through It played I'm Born To Lose and I Can't Stop Loving You I was singin' the blues and the jukebox played along They played Watson and Jones, Travis kept pickin' up bones Somebody Laughed and I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry There Goes My Everything, they played Golden Rings They played Haggard and Hank, give me another drink (fade) |
Who Wrote The Jukebox Played Along By Gene Watson?
Charles Quillen, Kenneth Edward Bell
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What's The Duration Of The The Jukebox Played Along By Gene Watson?The duration of The Jukebox Played Along is 3:02 minutes and seconds. |
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