Stoned At The Jukebox

Just as long as I can keep a lot a friends around me, Oh, it helps to keep a worried mind occupied. I do alright till dark of night surrounds me, Then I think of her and then I cry. Lord, there's a cold heart gone and I'm stoned at the jukebox, Playin' I can't help it if I'm still in love with you. Cause that's the kind of songs it takes to get all this ole hurtin' out, Lord, I love that hurtin' music, cause I am hurtin', too. Lord knows, I been runnin' up and down this ol' interstate 65, I loved in Nashville, Tennessee high falutin' woman I tried, Now I'm busted stone flat down in Springhill. I got nothin' but time and the bottles to kill, Well, I never thought I could ever feel like that.