Itâs either Charlie Rich or Bill Monroe
But it might be Hank or Elvis friend I really donât 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 donât come out âtil 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 ainât made it to heaven and we understand
There's a ghost in the jukebox
And it donât come out âtil 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 heâs still hangin' onto that last drop of soul
