Lyrics:
And she's leavin' me in misery.
Silent weekend,
My baby she took me by surprise.
Silent weekend,
My baby she took me by surprise.
She's rockin'
And I've got swinging doors, a jukebox and a barstool
And my new home has a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me any time you want to
'Cause I'm always
Carried by the voice
Inside the jukebox
On my grave
You can hear hank williams
Some george jones
Some beatles songs
Some dylan
Some rolling stones
One by one they're turning out the lights
I've been feedin' that old jukebox just to hold you tight
Guess it's for the best, I just put in my last
yeah, yeah
Do what she want, she rock a pawn shop throw, sippin' on a Fanta
Drinks by the river but she shoppin' in Atlanta
Ridin' in a Honda but she
spent dancin' in the sand
And the jukebox kept on playin' "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band"
We sailed into the sunset
Drifted home caught by
Dance in and out of the beams
Of a neon moon
Jukebox plays on, drink by drink
And the words of every sad song seem to say what I think
And its hurt
One by one they're turning out the lights
I've been feedin' that ol' jukebox just to hold you tight
I guess its for the best I just put in my
I said, momma don't you worry
I'm gettin' by just fine out on the road
Yea tonight we play in Knoxville
And tomorrow night its back to music
Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was jammin'
So I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would sound like
livin'
It's not much but I feel welcome here inside
I've got swinging doors a jukebox and a bar stool
And my new home has a flashing neon sign
Stop by
the record hop is over
And I think he's caught my eye
Here he comes heading straight in my direction
There he goes, he's passing me by
hand in hand
We'll walk hand in hand
We'll walk hand in hand
We'll walk hand in hand, some day
Deep in my heart
Oh, deep in my heart
I do believe
the storms rolled away
I played "Please Come to Boston" on the jukebox
She said hey that's my favorite song
The next thing I new the song was all through
Yeah, crank that truck up, load it up
With a few folks in my four by four
Seat way back, cold six pack
Window cracked, I got the good fire rollin'
Richard frost
By: jimmy buffett
Richard frost left alabama heading west to find his fame
Only got to oklahoma and that's where he changed his name
My baby's like a honky tonk
Open all night, make you feel right
Gets me going, got me buzzing like a neon light
Knock you out like a punch in
still blowing, Lord,
You know the song were flowing
From a broken-hearted lady
By the wayside.
Listen to my song, you
Kept it ringing clean
a nickel in
When he danced with his first wife
By '61 his wife was gone
But that jukebox had survived
It was three plays for a quarter
I turned
I can hear the footsteps walkin' by my bedside Lord she's leavin'
I can smell her perfume driftin' through my room
If I try to make her stay I'd know
Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was jammin'
So I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would sound like
My brothers said that I was rotten to the core
I was the youngest child, so I got by with more
I guess she was tired by the time I came along,
and I really hate being alone
Here I am again on the same ol' stool
With the same ol' question at hand and the mind of a fool
I've got a quarter in my
Alabama
At a club they call Big Jack's
A little four-piece band was jammin'
So I took my guitar and I sat in
I showed 'em what a band would sound like
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