"The Jukebox Knows" lyrics
Jake Owen & Jamey Johnson Lyrics
"The Jukebox Knows"
Broken plates and drywall scars
How'd we get to where we are?
Something's wrong and that ain't nothing new
Heaven knows it's a sin
There ain't no place that we haven't been
It's just a case of lovers' déjà vu
It's part of life
It's part of love
We may fight, but soon enough
It'll pass and that's the way it goes
I figured I'd just come in here
Settle down and have a beer
Listen to the tales the jukebox knows
All kinds of stories of lovin' and hurtin' and cheatin'
The devil and the angels of the Lord, all competing for your soul
And all for a quarter a spin
There's rhythms that'll send your heart racing
And fables about the world you're facing
And a cold mug so you can drink it all in
It's part of life
It's part of love
We may fight, but soon enough
It'll pass and that's the way it goes
I wish that you'd just come in here
Settle down and have a beer
Listen to the tales the jukebox knows
Writer(s): Jamey Van Johnson, William Beckmann Hyslop
- AZLyrics
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- Jake Owen Lyrics
album:
"Dreams To Dream" (2025)
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