(Mark Chesnutt, Roger Springer, Slugger Morrissette)

I can't recall how many times she said she'd never leave
Or the times she swore the only one for her, was me
But the angel I was counting on has all but disappeared
And the only trace of her that's left, I find each night in there.

Chorus:
Now she's just numbers on the jukebox that I lean on
There's a little bit of her in every hurtin' song
I used to hate the thought of her ‘til her memory I forgot
Now I pay to bring her back
'Cause she's just numbers on the jukebox.

--- Instrumental---

B-11 takes me back to the first dance we shared
And A-14 reveals the truth, she never cared
One by one they're telling all the stories of my past
And why the love I thought could never die
Lies here behind this glass.

Chorus:
'Now she's just numbers on the jukebox that I lean on
There's a little bit of her in every hurtin' song
I used to hate the thought of her ‘til her memory I forgot
Now I pay to bring her back
'Cause she's just numbers on the jukebox.

I used to hate the thought of her ‘til her memory I forgot
Now I pay to bring her back
'Cause she's just numbers on the jukebox...