Lyrics:

Dim lights and the sweet wine a bartender named Joe



Same hurt on different faces everywhere I go



Sad songs tell the story and our lips just can't say



That's why we're the kind of people that make the jukebox play



So please sing about their hurt the bitter tears and lonely sorrow



Passion and pride and things that might have been



How a woman she once loved me then she took her love away



That's the kind of songs that console my kind each day



And we're the kind of people that make the jukebox play





I know it may sound crazy but this dime is my best friend



It controls that old jukebox when I go drop it in



That old song says everything a thousand words can't say



That's why we're the kind of people that make the jukebox play



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