But when you called me on the phone Askin' when you'd come back home You simply told me, "I could go to hell" Well honey, if hell had a jukebox And
But when you called me on the phone, asking when you'd come back home You simply told me I could go to Hell Well, honey, if Hell had a jukebox And the
Translation: Travis Tritt. If Hell Had A Jukebox.
Hell Well, honey, if Hell had a jukebox And the Devil kept it full of hurtin' songs You could find me there this evening With the broken hearted grieving Prayin' like hell
