เนื้อเพลง Jukebox Money Matt Lang
There′s a little dive down Chicken Bristle Road
If a local didn't take you, then you′d probably never know
They got the coldest beer from here to the county line
Sittin' in the corner, glowin' through the smoke
There′s a hundred different records that are ready to roll
Get a good time spinnin′ from a needle on an old '45
* I took a week′s worth of takin' that boss man′s orders
Straight to the bank and I turned it into quarters
** If you wanna get the girl that just came through the door
You gotta play a song that gets her out on the floor
If you wanna get your drinkin' buddies tyin′ one on
You gotta feed that machine 'til the cows come home
You want a Friday night full of stone-cold country
You gotta have a pocketful of jukebox money
If you wanna hold her closer, play J36 Miami, my Amy, yeah, that oughta do the trick
If you wanna get her rowdy, there's B28 Nobody starts a party like Hank
Oh, yeah
You want a Friday night full of stone-cold country
You gotta have a pocketful of j-j-j-j-jukebox money
