PLAY A SONG (ON THE JUKEBOX)

I was sitting on a bar stool on a Saturday night
Trying to drink her out of my mind.
Barmaid, keep them coming, and call me a cab
When you’re closing, and I’ll be just fine.

Then this lady walked up to the bar with a smile
And asked for some change and a beer.
She needs change for the jukebox,
and the beer’s for a friend,
And I tell her as I hold back the tears.

Here’s a quarter, play a song on the jukebox.
Make it a fast one, I don’t like them slow.
The slow songs are sad song that make me remember
An old lover that I used to know.

She picked up the quarter and said “Thank you, sir.”
Then she looked down at the tears on the bar,
And she pulled up a bar stool and said
“I hope you don’t mind,
I couldn’t help notice how lonely you are.”

So I told her the story of the love I had lost.
She told me she had been there before,
And I thanked her for listening as she started to leave.
Then I stopped her and told her once more.

Nov. 7, 1993

Music File

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