Juke Box Man

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