The boys and me, just hit town, With a mighty thirst we were needing to drown. Saw a place down the street of this quiet little town. So we hit the doors ready, to party down The place was quiet, the lights barely on. People spoke in whispers, looked at us and frowned That’s when I saw him, in the corner all alone, I said boys, get ready, the party’s just begun. Hey, Mr. Jukebox, let’s put some life into this crowd Play us some Merle, some Willie and play it loud Don’t play no hip hop, no rock or no blues Play us something rowdy we can two-step to. So I plugged him in, and his lights whirred on. And that old box started up a song. I swear I saw him smile and tears begin to swell. Playing an old Hank Junior tune ‘bout drinking and raising hell. Then all of a sudden those doors swung wide And they stormed in, much to our surprise Cut off jeans, tank tops and boots And that old bar started to hop Hey, Mr. Jukebox, let’s put some life into this crowd Play us some Merle, some Willie and play it loud Don’t play no hip hop, no rock or no blues Play us something rowdy we can two-step to. Don’t think that place will ever be the same When some good ole boys and the cowgirls came Bet that old box rocked as never before Watching us tare up that hardwood floor The party went on, past closing time. With that jukebox smokin’, we were feeling fine. As we walked towards the door, I heard him say, Thanks much ‘pard, come back any day. Hey, Mr. Jukebox, let’s put some life into this crowd. Play us some Merle, some Willie and play it loud Don’t play no hip hop, no rock or no blues Play us something rowdy we can two-step to. Hey Mr. Jukebox……
