| 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 |