Jukebox Blues

In a smoky bar, the neon lights dim,

Where shadows linger, and hope grows thin.

The jukebox plays a tune of despair,

Each lonely note whispers you once were there.

Pour me another, I need to forget,

These memories haunt me, won’t leave me yet.

So here’s to the nights I’ll never get back,

To love gone astray, to the heart’s cold track.

Spin that damn jukebox, let the tears flow,

In this outlaw country, I’ve lost my way home.

I sit on this stool, nursing my brew,

With every sip, I’m drowning in you.

The bartender nods, he knows my pain,

As shots of whiskey wash away the rain.

Two for the road, let the glasses clink,

In this sorrow, I find time to sink.

So here’s to the nights I’ll never get back,

To love gone astray, to the heart’s cold track.

Spin that damn jukebox, let the tears flow,

In this outlaw country, I’ve lost my way home.

Raise your glass high, we’ll drown it tonight,

With every shot poured, I’m losing the fight.