Don't rock the juke-box. I wan-na here some Jones.
Cause my heart ain't read-y, for the roll-ing stone.
I don't feel like a rock-in'.. since my bab-y's gone.
So don't rock the juke-box. Play me a coun-try song.
Be-fore you drop that quar-ter, keep one thing in mind.
You got-ta heart-broke hill-bill-y, stand-in' here in line.
I been down and lon-ley, ev-er since she left.
Be-fore you punch that num-ber bab-y. Could I make one re-quest.
So Don't rock the juke-box. I wan-na here some Jones.
Cause my heart ain't read-y, for the roll-ing stone.
I don't feel like a rock-in'.. since my bab-y's gone.
So don't rock the juke-box. Play me a coun-try song.
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I ain't got noth-in' ag-ainst rock & roll,
But when your heart's been a brok-en. I need a song that's slow.
Ain't noth-in like a steel guit-ar. To drown a mem-o-ry.
Be-fore you spend your mon-ey bab-y. Play a song for me.
So don't rock the juke-box. I wan-na here George Jones.
Cause my heart ain't read-y, for the roll-ing stone.
I don't feel like a rock-in'.. since my bab-y's gone.
So don't rock the juke-box. Play me a coun-try song.