Well Friday night I hit the juke joint to unwind
I had a week's worth troubles and drinkin on my mind
And Jim Beam's whiskey cost $1.03 and I knew one coin was all I'd need
To get me rock and rollin and back on my feet again
I cranked it up as loud as it would go
On my way out I got to thinkin
We need to give this music back what it's been missing
So I shined my boots and got my guitar and headed right back to that honky tonk bar
Came through that swinging door and said listen to me
Rosin up that fiddle, pass the mic to me
We're gonna honky tonk like 1953
So tune up that steel guitar we're gonna play all night
Something's Wrong with the Jukebox, we're gonna make it right
Well I called my girl, I told her what was going down