Lyrics:
I saw him dancing there
By the record machine
I knew he must have
Been about seventeen
The beat was going strong
Playing my favorite song
I
of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white
birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bars servin' jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In
stop,
I keep droppin' my quarters in the slot.
I play every song from A to Z.
I'm just an ol' jukebox junkie.
Some are dancing fools,
Some
It was 1989, my thoughts were short, my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It
be on my way
Spent a fortune all in quarters
On the heartbreaking thing in the corner
She grabbed me by the hand and we danced to it all night long
But
It was 1989, my thoughts were short, my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It
He bought a beat up six string
In the second hand store
Didn't know how to play it
But he knew for sure
That one guitar
Felt good in his hands
nothin like em in this world
Thank God for them country girls
Like a jukebox filled with Haggard songs
I'll could sit and drink here all night long
snack
I'm Santa Claus down to Panama beach drunk in my underalls
Playing underwear volleyball with ya bra
I ain't bothered by your triple D's, not at all
my own cab
I can drop my own change in the jukebox
I can dance all by myself
'Til I can stop thinkin' 'bout drinkin' 'bout him
I don't need nobody
my own cab
I can drop my own change in the jukebox
I can dance all by myself
'Til I can stop thinkin' 'bout drinkin' 'bout him
I don't need nobody
For the lovers making out in a corner booth
For the one over there, don't think I didn't notice you
That's what makes the jukebox play
When you
It was 1989, my thoughts were short, my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen and she was far from in-between
It was
Hey, is this thing on?
I saw him dancing there by the record machine
I knew he must have been about seventeen
The beat was going strong
Playing my
The book of rhymes is the stash
I put the rhymes in capsules, serve it to fans
You, you and you, it's hot right now man
Like my crack pots the jukebox I'll
Bovay, Alabama
Bovay, Alabama
I'll lay my hands deep
Into the mane of my lover
Bovay, Alabama
Bovay, Alabama
In the arms of the warmest colour
Bovay, Alabama
Bovay, Alabama
I'll lay my hands deep
Into the mane of my lover
Bovay, Alabama
Bovay, Alabama
In the arms of the warmest colour
I saw him dancin' there by the record machine
I knew he must a been about seventeen
The beat was goin' strong
Playin' my favorite song
And I
It was 1989
My thoughts were short, my hair was long
Caught somewhere between a boy and man
She was seventeen
And she was far from in between
It was
an Irish band
But she fell in love with an English man
Kissed her on the neck and then I took her by the hand
Said, "Baby, I just want to dance"
My
I saw him dancin' there by the record machine
I knew he must a been about seventeen
The beat was goin' strong
Playin' my favorite song
And I
Well Dixie was from sunny Alabama
Those old steel rails would roll to Birmingham
Mobile, her final destination
I looked down at the ticket in her hand
you with
Neon eyes, dollar in a jukebox heartache
Drinking off a dive bar highway
Thick smoke soaked up in tequila
Told you I'd leave ya with neon
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