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It was cold Thursday night in January
When I first met you at the bar
Weâd been smoking our cigarettes with the heater on
Listening to Elvis in my car
Well the place was pretty empty
I worked on my second rum and Pepsi
Just longing for the sound of a sad country song
When you moved a little closer
I had no intention of saying âno sirâ
Then you asked my for a quarter
Thatâs when it all went wrong
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You know Iâm a jukebox honey
But I ainât got much money
Said you had song that you wanted to hear so I gave my change to you
When I heard that jukebox start I knew the cupidâs dart had missed its mark
If I canât trust you with a quarter how can I trust you with my heart?
It was still another week til payday
And I had a big old pile of laundry to do
Iâd been saving my quarters for a wash and dry
But like a fool I gave them all to you
Well they say a decent man is hard to find
When your taste in music is as good as mine
And I just could not ignore what I already knew
When you said youâd never heard of John Prine
Well I knew right away you werenât worth my time
And Iâm sorry to say hon before weâd begun
We were already through
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You can call me stubborn you can call me a snob
You can even call me downright mean
But Iâve got the finest record collection
That youâve ever seen
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