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It was cold Thursday night in January When I first met you at the bar We'd 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 “no sir” Then you asked my for a quarter That's when it all went wrong Chorus: You know I'm a jukebox honey But I ain't 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 cupid's dart had missed its mark If I can't 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 I'd 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 you'd never heard of John Prine Well I knew right away you weren't worth my time And I'm sorry to say hon before we'd begun We were already through Chorus: You can call me stubborn you can call me a snob You can even call me downright mean But I've got the finest record collection That you've ever seen Chorus: