Stoned At The Jukebox

Just as long as I can keep a lot a friends around me,
Oh, it helps to keep a worried mind occupied.
I do alright till dark of night surrounds me,
Then I think of her and then I cry.
Lord, thereЂ™s a cold heart gone and IЂ™m stoned at the jukebox,
PlayinЂ™ I canЂ™t help it if IЂ™m still in love with you.
Cause thatЂ™s the kind of songs it takes to get all this ole hurtinЂ™ out,
Lord, I love that hurtinЂ™ music, cause I am hurtinЂ™, too.
Lord knows, I been runninЂ™ up and down this olЂ™ interstate 65,
I loved in Nashville, Tennessee high falutinЂ™ woman I tried,
Now IЂ™m busted stone flat down in Springhill.
I got nothinЂ™ but time and the bottles to kill,
Well, I never thought I could ever feel like that.