Jukebox Dreams Lyrics

Fred rolls into Royce's shop at noon,

A Chevy and a jukebox hum a familiar tune.

Royce's tow truck parked out back,

The smell of grease and vinyl takes Fred back.

Stacks of records, machines restored,

Royce shares treasures no one's ignored.

They talk of classics and hands-on pride,

In that little shop, time seems to glide.

The needle drops, the speakers hum,

Elvis sings, and the world feels young.

In Royce's shop, every piece tells a tale,

A world they've built that will never fail.

Fred and Royce, in a jukebox dream,

Classic cars and records gleam.

Sharing stories in the shop's warm light,

Where passion and music feel just right.

Royce's hands have seen their share,

Fixing engines with a craftsman's care.

Fred leans in, they share a laugh,

Restoring memories from the past.

From tow truck calls to a jukebox spin,

Royce shows Fred where the groove begins.

The sound of life in a needle's glide,

In that little shop, they take great pride.

Records stacked high, the classics play,

Stories and music fill the day.

Royce's collection, a treasure so deep,

It's where dreams awaken and memories sleep.

Fred and Royce, in a jukebox dream,

Classic cars and records gleam.

Sharing stories in the shop's warm light,

Where passion and music feel just right.

Under the hood or in a vinyl groove,

Every moment shared is proof.

That hands-on work and timeless tunes,

Can brighten the darkest afternoon.

Fred and Royce, in a jukebox dream,

Classic cars and records gleam.

Sharing stories in the shop's warm light,

Where passion and music feel just right.

So here's to the shop and the songs they play,

To restoring the past in their own small way.

Fred and Royce, where the classics collide,

In the warmth of the jukebox, their hearts abide.