Bright lights and the sweet wine
A bartender named Joe
Same hurt undifferent faces
Everywhere I go
Sad music tells the stories
Our lips just can't say
That's why we're the kind of people
That make the jukebox play
So please sing about my hurt
Bitter tears and lonely sorrow
Passion and pride
And what might have been
How the man once loved me
And then took that love away
That's the kind of songs
That control my kind each day
And we're the kind of people
That make the jukebox play
I know it may sound crazy
But a dime is my best friend
It controls the jukebox
If I just go and drop it in
One song says everything
A thousand words can't say
That's why we're the kind of people
That make the jukebox play