Dim lights and the sweet wine a bartender named Joe Same hurt on different faces everywhere I go Sad songs tell the story and our lips just can't say That's why we're the kind of people that make the jukebox play So please sing about their hurt the bitter tears and lonely sorrow Pa**ion and pride and things that might have been How a woman she once loved me then she took her love away That's the kind of songs that console my kind each day And we're the kind of people that make the jukebox play I know it may sound crazy but this dime is my best friend It controls that old jukebox when I go drop it in That old song says everything a thousand words can't say That's why we're the kind of people that make the jukebox play Repeat #2