(Verse 1) [Pedal Steal Guitar Outro]
Sunset casting shadows on this empty bar,
Dusty floors, the scent of whiskey in the air,
A worn-out jukebox stands, calling out to me,
With memories echoing through every song it knows.
(Chorus)
I drop a quarter in the slot, let the music take me back,
Merle’s voice wrapping around the heartache,
Stories of love and loss, sung from the soul,
Each note a reminder of roads we traveled alone.
(Verse 2)
Friends gathered ‘round, laughter mixed with tears,
We shared our dreams over bottles and old guitars,
The jukebox spins, a soundtrack to our lives,
Every chord strikes a memory, every chorus a sigh.
(Chorus)
I drop a quarter in the slot, let the music take me back,
Merle’s voice wrapping around the heartache,
Stories of love and loss, sung from the soul,
Each note a reminder of roads we traveled alone.
(Bridge)
Late nights and long drives, the world felt so wide,
With Merle singing softly, guiding us through the night,
The melodies linger, like ghosts in the room,
A quarter in the jukebox, bringing life to the gloom.
(Verse 3)
Now the bar's grown quiet, just the jukebox and me,
A final song plays softly, a bittersweet melody,
I raise a glass to the moments, to the laughter and the pain,
With every note a tribute to what remains.
(Chorus)
I drop a quarter in the slot, let the music take me back,
Merle’s voice wrapping around the heartache,
Stories of love and loss, sung from the soul,
Each note a reminder of roads we traveled alone.
(Outro)
As the last song fades, I linger in the glow,
A quarter in the jukebox, the stories still flow,
With Merle's spirit dancing, in this old, familiar place,
Every song a heartbeat, every note a trace.
