In the Corner - Charley Crockett

In the corner, at the table, by the jukebox

My favourite mourners and I talk about these old hard knocks

Our lives are measured there by the bar’s clocks

In the corner, at the table, by the jukebox

So step inside where love is died

And you’ll sure find me

With sadness in a haunted place that’s bound to be

Hidden behind the door that sorrow locked

In the corner, at the tabl, by the jukebox

In the cornr, at the table, by the jukebox

Come and join me when you ain’t able to face life’s roadblocks

For here is where the sorrow it don’t ever stop

In the corner, at the table, by the jukebox

So step inside where love is died

And you’ll sure find me

With sadness in a haunted place that’s bound to be

Hidden behind the door that sorrow locked

In the corner, at the table, by the jukebox

Hidden behind the door that sorrow locked

In the corner, at the table, by the jukebox