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