[Intro ]chords: 
D  F#m  D  F#m 
 
 
     D                             F#m  
On a dark, deserted highway in the southwest Texas hills 
G                                   A 
I grew tired of the journey and the rollin' of the wheels 
     D                                  F#m 
So I pulled off to the roadside there beneath the midnight moon 
   G                                    A              D  
By flashing neon remnants that read The Lost Highway Saloon 
           D                             F#m  
I walked into the rundown ruins time had left around the bend 
   G                         A 
An old man in a worn out hat smiled and said come in 
            D                               F#m  
I dropped a nickel in the jukebox while the old man drew my beer 
      G                                    A                  D 
And I let the sound of the music drown the road noise from my ears 
 
 
Chorus 1: 
     Bm              F#m          G              D      D/C# 
Hank Williams sang a sad one as I sat back down again 
       Bm      Bm/A    G     G/F#    Em             A  
Then I heard a host of other ghostly voices joining in 
            Bm               F#m         G            D 
There's was Ernest, Webb and Lefty in an old familiar tune 
        Bm     Bm/A    G   G/F#       Em       A     D 
Playin' on the haunted jukebox at the Lost Highway Saloon 
 
 
There were people all around me where there was no one before 
And the clicking of their boot heels rambled thru the old dance floor 
The room was filled with laughter, Bob Wills fiddle played 
Tommy Duncan sang and the Texas Playboys played the night away 
 
 
Chorus 2: 
I listened to the songs I knew and a few I'd never heard 
As my heroes sang for me that night, I hung on every word 
I could smell the whiskey on Hank's breath and Patsy Cline's perfume 
All around the haunted jukebox at the Lost Highway Saloon 
 
 
(Spoken) 
Then the music softly fade, the laughter slowly died 
And the old man tipped his hat to me as I bid him goodnight 
He said you've come a long way, son, then he called me by my name 
And he said you've still got a long way to go and no two journey's ever end the same 
 
 
Chorus 3: 
Many times I've rode that highway lookin' for that place again 
But there's only hills and open fields and soon the highway ends 
I guess our time is like that open road and our lives are merely tunes 
Playin' on the haunted jukebox at the Lost Highway Saloon 
 
Tag: 
So if you see that light some lonely night, stop in and hear the tunes 
Playin' on the haunted jukebox at the Lost Highway Saloon