Numbers on the Jukebox

(Mark Chesnutt, Roger Springer, Slugger Morrissette)



I can't recall how many times she said she'd never leave

Or the times she swore the only one for her, was me

But the angel I was counting on has all but disappeared

And the only trace of her that's left, I find each night in there.



Chorus:

Now she's just numbers on the jukebox that I lean on

There's a little bit of her in every hurtin' song

I used to hate the thought of her 'til her memory I forgot

Now I pay to bring her back

'Cause she's just numbers on the jukebox.



--- Instrumental---



B-11 takes me back to the first dance we shared

And A-14 reveals the truth, she never cared

One by one they're telling all the stories of my past

And why the love I thought could never die

Lies here behind this glass.



Chorus:

'Now she's just numbers on the jukebox that I lean on

There's a little bit of her in every hurtin' song

I used to hate the thought of her 'til her memory I forgot

Now I pay to bring her back

'Cause she's just numbers on the jukebox.



I used to hate the thought of her 'til her memory I forgot

Now I pay to bring her back

'Cause she's just numbers on the jukebox...