By Kenneth Brian Tabbed By Larry Mofle [email protected] 5/25/2005 Well Friday night I hit the juke joint to unwind I had a week's worth troubles and drinkin on my mind And Jim Beam's whiskey cost $1.03 and I knew one coin was all I'd need To get me rock and rollin and back on my feet again I cranked it up as loud as it would go Pushin numbers in for today's country gold What came out of them speakers sounded more to me like the Backstreet Boys had moved to Tennessee I leave the money on the table and walk out towards the door Pre-chorus: On my way out I got to thinkin We need to give this music back what it's been missing So I shined my boots and got my guitar and headed right back to that honky tonk bar Came through that swinging door and said listen to me Rosin up that fiddle, pass the mic to me We're gonna honky tonk like 1953 So tune up that steel guitar we're gonna play all night Something's Wrong with the Jukebox, we're gonna make it right Well I called my girl, I told her what was going down Said honey get some money, we're going into town Spent my whole damn paycheck on winged tip boots,?? Stetson and nudie suits Tonight I'm gonna make ol Hank and Patsy proud Chorus Well juke joint jumpin till to the the morning light And that cherokee fiddle had em feeling oh so right There was bootslapping up and down the hardwood floor everyone in the house was yellin more, more, more And you could hear that joint rockin for a country mile so... Chorus Something's Wrong with the Jukebox we're gonna make it ....right