Numbers On The Jukebox

(mark chesnutt, roger springer, slugger morrissette)



I can't recall how many times she said she'd never leave

Or the times she swore the only one for her was me

But the angel i was counting on has all but disappeared

And the only trace of her that's left i find each night in there



Chorus

Cause she's just numbers on the jukebox that i lean on

There's a little bit of her in every hurtin' song

I used to hate the thought of her