It`s either Charlie Rich or Bill Monroe
But it might be Hank or Elvis friend I really don`t 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 don`t 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 ain`t made it to heaven and we understand
There`s a ghost in the jukebox
And it don`t 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 he`s still hangin` onto that last drop of soul