| You left me for a dream you had to follow | 
| But I thought, goodbye wouldn’t last that long | 
| You’d go off chasin' rainbows till you realized that I loved you | 
| And then run back to my arms where you belong | 
| But months have passed, I guess, I was mistaken | 
| Love was somethin' I thought, I knew well | 
| But when you called me on the phone | 
| Askin' when you’d come back home | 
| You simply told me, «I could go to hell» | 
| Well honey, if hell had a jukebox | 
| And the Devil kept it full of hurting songs | 
| You could, find me there this evenin' | 
| With the broken hearted grievin' | 
| Prayin' like hell, you would come back home | 
| I’ve looked at all the pictures from our good times | 
| And tried to figure out where we went wrong | 
| And I’ve dropped a million quarters down the jukebox | 
| 'Cause I’m still haunted by what used to be our song | 
| I wish this mental torture would release me | 
| Lord, I give all I had for what it’s worth | 
| I don’t see, how the fires below, where you wanted me to go | 
| Could be worse than hell, I’m livin' here on earth | 
| And honey, if hell had a jukebox | 
| And the Devil kept it full of hurting songs | 
| You could, find me there this evenin' | 
| With the broken hearted grievin' | 
| Prayin' like hell, you would come back home | 
| Don’t come | 
| Yes honey, if hell had a jukebox | 
| And the Devil kept it full of hurting songs | 
| You could, find me there this evenin' | 
| With the brokenhearted grievin' | 
| Prayin' like hell you would come back home | 
| Yeah, you could, find me there this evenin' | 
| With the brokenhearted grievin' | 
| Prayin' like hell you would come back home |