I roll into Nashville bright and early Monday morn
Yes sir Music City where that Nashville sound was born
I load down my station wagon with the latest hits
And it ain't til Wednesday that I've got a place to sit
I keep million singin' dancin' in this southern land
I'm your Kentucky Alabama Georgia Tennessee jukebox man
I' ve got ten transistor radio inside my car
And I keep 'em tuned in to the stations near and far
My discjockey buddies play the records that are hot
And some brand new ones they know are headed for the top
Yes sir I'd be lost without 'em in this southern land
I'm your Kentucky Alabama Georgia Tennessee jukebox man
I know every bartender his customers and friends
They all holler howdy cuz every time that I walk in
I drop nickels dimes and quarters on the barroom floor
That just makes my kissin' barmaids love me that much more
Happier than a cow in clover in this southern land
I'm your Kentucky Alabama Georgia Tennessee jukebox man
Pride in bein' a jukebox man has sent rewards my way
All my friends and neighbors came and honored me today
They gave me a golden jukebox crowned me jukebox king
Makin' me the first to reach the juke box box Hall of Fame
Thank ya'll for your recognition in this southern land
I'm your Kentucky Alabama Georgia Tennessee jukebox man
Writer(s): Hank Mills
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