If Heaven Had a Jukebox

Daddy had a little radio

Beside his easy chair,

He'd turn it up on Friday nights And say,

"Son, come over here."

He'd tap his foot against the floor,

Sing half the words all wrong,

Then laugh and say,

"Don't worry, boy, Just feel yourself a song."

I was seventeen and restless,

Had a guitar and a dream,

He handed me his Sunday shoes And said,

"Keep those things clean."

I laughed and said,

"I'm leaving,

Gonna make the whole world sing."

He said, "You don't need the whole world,

son. Just mean every word you sing." If heaven had a jukebox,

I'd put a nickel in,

And play the songs you loved so much Till I could hear

you sing again. I'd sit beside you one more night,

Like we used to do,

If heaven had a jukebox,

I'd save the last dance for you.

Now I've played a thousand stages,

Seen my name in glowing lights,

But sometimes in a quiet room

I hear you late at night.

And every time the piano starts,

Before the band comes in,

I swear I hear you counting,

"One, two, three" again.

I kept those old brown Sunday shoes,

The soles are wearing thin.

And every time I lace them up,

I feel like you're walking in.

You never heard my biggest song,

Never saw that crowded hall,

But every note I ever sang Had you behind it all.

If heaven had a jukebox,

I'd put a nickel in,

And play the songs you loved so much Till I could hear

you sing again.

And when my own last song is sung,

And this old journey's through,

If heaven has a jukebox,

I'll save the last dance for you.

And Daddy, when I get there...

You can count us in.