Well I got my quarters for the jukebox and your memories on my mind
There aint no doubt that the fires all out Because Im the only one sittin here crying
Barmaid wont you set me up with a round before you walk by
Let me hear that jukebox playin Im so Lonesome I Could Cry
Well this time she really did it like a hundred times before
I never thought her words were true I heard the slamming of our door
So I intend to sit right here at least till I cant think
Its a lot better than sittin at home while Im slowing going insane
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