Biography:
Chesnutt is the second son of Bobby Thomas Chesnutt and Norma Jean Nicholas. He learned to love music from his father, who was a singer and record collector. Chesnutt dropped out of school after his sophomore year of high school to begin playing with his father in clubs around Southeast Texas. When he turned 17, his father began to take him to Nashville, Tennessee to begin recording. For the next ten years, Chesnutt began to record on small regional labels while he was the house band for local Beaumont nightclub Cutters.
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Other songs:
- A Hard Secret To Keep
- A Shoulder To Cry On
- Almost Goodbye
- As The Honky Tonk Turns
- Beer Bait And Ammo
- Blame It On Texas
- Brother Jukebox
- Bubba Shot The Jukebox
- Country Girl
- Danger At My Door
- Dont Ruin It For The Rest Of Us
- Friends In Low Places
- Get A Life
- Goin Through The Big D
- Gonna Get A Life
- Heard It In A Love Song
- Hey You There In The Mirror
- I Dont Know Why I Do It
- I Dont Want To Miss A Thing
- I Just Wanted You To Know
- I Might Even Quit Loving You
- I Never Go Around Mirrors
- Ill Get You Back
- Ill Think Of Something
- Im A Saint
- Im In Love With A Married Woman
- It Sure Is Monday
- It Wouldnt Hurt To Have Wings
- Its A Little Too Late
- Its Not Over
- Jolie
- King Of Broken Hearts
- Let It Rain
- Light Of The World
- Little Too Late
- Lost In The Feeling
- My Best Drinkin
- My Way Back Home
- Neither Did I
- Numbers On The Jukebox
- Old Country
- Old Flames Have New Names
- Oughta Miss Me By Now
- Postpone The Pain
- Rollin With The Flow
- She Dreams
- She Never Got Me Over You
- She Was
- Talking To Hank
- Thank God For Believers
- Thats The Way You Make An Ex
- Then We Can All Go Home
- This Heartache Never Sleeps
- Till A Better Meomory Comes Along
- Too Cold At Home
- Too Good A Memory
- Trouble
- Uptown Downtown
- Useless
- When You Love Her Like Crazy
- Wherever You Are
- Who Will The Next Fool Be
- Woman Sensous Woman
- Would These Arms Be In You Way
- You Cant Do Me This Way
- Your Love Is A Miracle
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[Intro]
(E) (B7) (E) (A) (B7) (E)
E A
I can't recall how many times she said shed never leave
B7 E
Or the times she swore the only one for her was me
A
But the angel I was counting on has all but disappeared
B7 A B7 E
And the only trace of her that's left I find each night in there
E E7 A
Cause she's just numbers on the jukebox that I lean on
E B7
Theres a little bit of her in every hurtin' song
E E7 A
I used to hate the thought of her 'til her memory I for got
E
Now, I pay to bring her back
B7 E
Cause she's just numbers on the jukebox
E A
B-11 takes me back to the first dance we shared
B7 E
And A-14 reveals the truth she never cared
A
One by one they're telling all the stories of my past
B7 A B7 E
And why the love I thought could never die lies here be hind this glass
E E7 A
Cause she's just numbers on the jukebox that I lean on
E B7
Theres a little bit of her in every hurtin' song
E E7 A
I used to hate the thought of her 'til her memory I for got
E
Now, I pay to bring her back
B7 E
Cause she's just numbers on the jukebox
E E7 A
I used to hate the thought of her 'til her memory I for got
E
Now, I pay to bring her back
B7 E
Cause she's just numbers on the jukebox
(E) (B7) (E) (A) (B7) (E)
E A
I can't recall how many times she said shed never leave
B7 E
Or the times she swore the only one for her was me
A
But the angel I was counting on has all but disappeared
B7 A B7 E
And the only trace of her that's left I find each night in there
E E7 A
Cause she's just numbers on the jukebox that I lean on
E B7
Theres a little bit of her in every hurtin' song
E E7 A
I used to hate the thought of her 'til her memory I for got
E
Now, I pay to bring her back
B7 E
Cause she's just numbers on the jukebox
E A
B-11 takes me back to the first dance we shared
B7 E
And A-14 reveals the truth she never cared
A
One by one they're telling all the stories of my past
B7 A B7 E
And why the love I thought could never die lies here be hind this glass
E E7 A
Cause she's just numbers on the jukebox that I lean on
E B7
Theres a little bit of her in every hurtin' song
E E7 A
I used to hate the thought of her 'til her memory I for got
E
Now, I pay to bring her back
B7 E
Cause she's just numbers on the jukebox
E E7 A
I used to hate the thought of her 'til her memory I for got
E
Now, I pay to bring her back
B7 E
Cause she's just numbers on the jukebox
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