A Jukebox With A Country Song

After three good years together we had our first big fight

So she went to her mother's and I went for a ride

Down an old familiar highway, just a few miles out of town

To that rundown one-room tavern that used to be my stomping ground

Well I pulled in the driveway, you know it all still looked the same

And I couldn't wait to down a few and hear that jukebox ring

Well as I walked into the doorway, oh there stood some kind of Matre D'

Well he looked me up and he looked me down, said

"May I help you please?", and I said

"What'd you do with those swinging doors?

Where's the sawdust, on the floor?

Why's everybody wearing suits and ties?

From where I stand I can't believe my eyes

And who's idea was it to hang these furs?

This brand new bar don't have a single burn

I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong

I need a jukebox with a country song"

Well I look back to the corner where the jukebox once stood proud

Some fool was playing records, too fast, too long, and too loud

And it must have been a big mistake to try to speak my mind

So as they were asking me to leave I cried out one more time

What'd you do with those swinging doors?

Where's the sawdust, on the floor?

Why's everybody wearing suits and ties?

From where I stand I can't believe my eyes

And who's idea was it to hang these furs?

This brand new bar don't have a single burn

I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong

I need a jukebox with a country song

I guess I don't belong without a jukebox and a country song