Speak To Me Jukebox
Speak to me, jukebox
Lay it on me hard
Tell me how it really feels
To have a broken heart
You're the king of lonely
You know my misery
So, speak to me, jukebox
Another sad memory
Play A-11
Then play it one more time
Sing me back home
'Cause she's always on my mind
She's actin' single, and she thinks that I still care
I'm so lonesome I could cry
But I've got a tiger by the tail
Speak to me, jukebox
Lay it on me hard
Tell me how it really feels
To have a broken heart
You're the king of lonely
And you know my misery
So, speak to me, jukebox
Another sad memory
Well, hello darlin'
Hello walls and swingin' doors
Make the world go away
As I walk the floor over you
I've got crazy arms to pop a top again
Yeah, if you've got the money, buddy
I've got the time, my friend
Speak to me, jukebox
Lay it on me hard
Tell me how it really feels
To have a broken heart
You're the king of lonely
You know my misery
So, speak to me, jukebox
Another sad memory
Well, it only takes a little bit of money
Yeah, to find my real drinking buddy
All my honky-tonk heroes come around
Yeah, when I hear the sound
Speak to me, jukebox
Whoa, lay it on me hard
Tell me how it really feels
To have a broken heart
You're the king of lonely
And you know my misery
So, speak to me, jukebox
Another sad memory
Speak to me, jukebox
Bring her back to me
Lay it on me hard
Tell me how it really feels
To have a broken heart
You're the king of lonely
You know my misery
So, speak to me, jukebox
Another sad memory
Play A-11
Then play it one more time
Sing me back home
'Cause she's always on my mind
She's actin' single, and she thinks that I still care
I'm so lonesome I could cry
But I've got a tiger by the tail
Speak to me, jukebox
Lay it on me hard
Tell me how it really feels
To have a broken heart
You're the king of lonely
And you know my misery
So, speak to me, jukebox
Another sad memory
Well, hello darlin'
Hello walls and swingin' doors
Make the world go away
As I walk the floor over you
I've got crazy arms to pop a top again
Yeah, if you've got the money, buddy
I've got the time, my friend
Speak to me, jukebox
Lay it on me hard
Tell me how it really feels
To have a broken heart
You're the king of lonely
You know my misery
So, speak to me, jukebox
Another sad memory
Well, it only takes a little bit of money
Yeah, to find my real drinking buddy
All my honky-tonk heroes come around
Yeah, when I hear the sound
Speak to me, jukebox
Whoa, lay it on me hard
Tell me how it really feels
To have a broken heart
You're the king of lonely
And you know my misery
So, speak to me, jukebox
Another sad memory
Speak to me, jukebox
Bring her back to me
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Wade Bowen, Will Knaak
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