Its either Charlie Rich or Bill Monroe

But it might be Hank or Elvis friend I really dont 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 dont come out til 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 aint made it to heaven and we understand



There's a ghost in the jukebox

And it dont come out til 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 hes still hangin' onto that last drop of soul