Worth A Dime

Hey jukebox in the corner, I know this bar is empty

And that neon says we're way past closing time

But before I put this guitar in my Chevy

Let me say to you what's on my mind

We've got a lot in common in this dive

Every night we play their favorite songs

But even though only one of us is alive

Nobody seems to care enough at all

We're here to fill the room

And play for pennies on the dollar

When the crowd sings right along

It makes me feel a little taller

But if things go wrong, they don't like my songs, Or the mood for them ain't right

It feels like there's two jukeboxes here tonight

And ain't either worth a dime

You run all night, no breaks

And I play 'til I'm broken

Another bar owner looking at us both like we're just machines to bring in the green

Bitchin' at me and cutting my pay is gonna drag me back to smoking

But with you here I've got a place to lean

We're here to fill the room

And play for pennies on the dollar

When the crowd sings right along

It makes me feel a little taller

But if things go wrong, they don't like my songs, Or the mood for them ain't right

It feels like there's two jukeboxes here tonight

And ain't either worth a dime

We're here to fill the room

And play for pennies on the dollar

When the crowd sings right along

It makes me feel a little taller

But if things go wrong, they don't like my songs, Or the mood for them ain't right

It feels like there's two jukeboxes here tonight

And ain't either worth a dime