| It’s either Charlie Rich or Bill Monroe |
| But it might be Hank or Elvis friend I really don’t know |
| The young news reporter frowned as he turned and walked out |
| But all the regulars knew what he was askin' about |
| Strange things happen here when it’s late at night |
| When we pull down the shades and we turn out the lights |
| There’s a ghost in the jukebox |
| And it don’t come out 'til everybody goes home |
| There’s a ghost in the jukebox |
| He ain’t doin' no harm so just leave him alone |
| There’s just a few of us who know the truth |
| Who’ve seen it jump and light up from that back corner booth |
| On those nights we’d pull the plug when the crowd was gone |
| Just to hear those golden old hillbilly songs |
| Seems like he knows that he’s among friends |
| He ain’t made it to heaven and we understand |
| There’s a ghost in the jukebox |
| And it don’t come out 'til everybody goes home |
| There’s a ghost in the jukebox |
| He ain’t doin' no harm so just leave him alone |
| Might be the last place that he’s got to go |
| But he’s still hangin' onto that last drop of soul |