| Song | If Hell Had A Jukebox |
| Artist | Travis Tritt |
| Album | It's All About To Change |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Rogers, Tritt | |
| (Travis Tritt) | |
| You left me for a dream you had to follow | |
| But I thought goodbye wouldn't last that long | |
| You'd go off chasin' rainbows till you realized I loved you | |
| And then run back to my arms where you belong | |
| But months have passed, I guess I was mistakem | |
| And love was something I thought I knew well | |
| But when you called me on the phone, asking when you'd come back home | |
| You simply told me I could go to Hell | |
| Well, honey, if Hell had a jukebox | |
| And the Devil kept it full of hurtin' songs | |
| You could find me there this evening | |
| With the broken hearted grieving | |
| Prayin' like hell you would come back home | |
| I've looked at all the pictures from our good times | |
| And tried to figure out where we went wrong | |
| And I've dropped a million quarters down the jukebox | |
| 'Cause I'm still haunted by what used to be our song | |
| I wish this mental torture would release me | |
| Lord, I've give all I had for what it's worth | |
| I don't see how the fires below, where you wanted me to go | |
| Could be worse than Hell I'm living here on Earth | |
| And honey, if Hell had a jukebox | |
| And the Devil kept it full of hurtin' songs | |
| You could find me there this evening | |
| With the broken hearted grieving | |
| Prayin' like hell you would come back home | |
| Yes, you could find me there this evening | |
| With the broken hearted grieving | |
| Prayin' like hell you would come back home |
| zuo ci : Rogers, Tritt | |
| Travis Tritt | |
| You left me for a dream you had to follow | |
| But I thought goodbye wouldn' t last that long | |
| You' d go off chasin' rainbows till you realized I loved you | |
| And then run back to my arms where you belong | |
| But months have passed, I guess I was mistakem | |
| And love was something I thought I knew well | |
| But when you called me on the phone, asking when you' d come back home | |
| You simply told me I could go to Hell | |
| Well, honey, if Hell had a jukebox | |
| And the Devil kept it full of hurtin' songs | |
| You could find me there this evening | |
| With the broken hearted grieving | |
| Prayin' like hell you would come back home | |
| I' ve looked at all the pictures from our good times | |
| And tried to figure out where we went wrong | |
| And I' ve dropped a million quarters down the jukebox | |
| ' Cause I' m still haunted by what used to be our song | |
| I wish this mental torture would release me | |
| Lord, I' ve give all I had for what it' s worth | |
| I don' t see how the fires below, where you wanted me to go | |
| Could be worse than Hell I' m living here on Earth | |
| And honey, if Hell had a jukebox | |
| And the Devil kept it full of hurtin' songs | |
| You could find me there this evening | |
| With the broken hearted grieving | |
| Prayin' like hell you would come back home | |
| Yes, you could find me there this evening | |
| With the broken hearted grieving | |
| Prayin' like hell you would come back home |
| zuò cí : Rogers, Tritt | |
| Travis Tritt | |
| You left me for a dream you had to follow | |
| But I thought goodbye wouldn' t last that long | |
| You' d go off chasin' rainbows till you realized I loved you | |
| And then run back to my arms where you belong | |
| But months have passed, I guess I was mistakem | |
| And love was something I thought I knew well | |
| But when you called me on the phone, asking when you' d come back home | |
| You simply told me I could go to Hell | |
| Well, honey, if Hell had a jukebox | |
| And the Devil kept it full of hurtin' songs | |
| You could find me there this evening | |
| With the broken hearted grieving | |
| Prayin' like hell you would come back home | |
| I' ve looked at all the pictures from our good times | |
| And tried to figure out where we went wrong | |
| And I' ve dropped a million quarters down the jukebox | |
| ' Cause I' m still haunted by what used to be our song | |
| I wish this mental torture would release me | |
| Lord, I' ve give all I had for what it' s worth | |
| I don' t see how the fires below, where you wanted me to go | |
| Could be worse than Hell I' m living here on Earth | |
| And honey, if Hell had a jukebox | |
| And the Devil kept it full of hurtin' songs | |
| You could find me there this evening | |
| With the broken hearted grieving | |
| Prayin' like hell you would come back home | |
| Yes, you could find me there this evening | |
| With the broken hearted grieving | |
| Prayin' like hell you would come back home |