It¡¯s either Charlie Rich or Bill Monroe
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But it might be Hank or Elvis friend I really don¡¯t know
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The young news reporter frowned as he turned and walked out
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But all the regulars knew what he was askin' about
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Strange things happen here when it's late at night
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When we pull down the shades and we turn out the lights
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There's a ghost in the jukebox
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And it don¡¯t come out ¡®til everybody goes home
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There's a ghost in the jukebox
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He ain't doin' no harm so just leave him alone
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There's just a few of us who know the truth
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Who've seen it jump and light up from that back corner booth
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On those nights we'd pull the plug when the crowd was gone
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Just to hear those golden old hillbilly songs
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Seems like he knows that he's among friends
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He ain¡¯t made it to heaven and we understand
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There's a ghost in the jukebox
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And it don¡¯t come out ¡®til everybody goes home
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There's a ghost in the jukebox
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He ain't doin' no harm so just leave him alone
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Might be the last place that he's got to go
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But he¡¯s still hangin' onto that last drop of soul
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Ghost In The Juke Box
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| David Lee Murphy |
