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 drive

down an old familiar highway

just a few miles out of town

to that run down

one room tavern

that used to be my stompin' 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 strain

but as i walked in through the doorway

well there stood some kind of matra'd

well he looked me up and he looked me

down and said can i help you please

and i said what'd you do with those swingin' doors

and where's the sawdust on the floor

why's everybody wearin' suits and ties

from where i stand i can't believe my eyes

and who's idea was it to hang these ferns

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 looked back to the corner

where the jukebox once stood proud

some clown was playing records

too fast

too long and too loud

and it must have been a big mistake

to try and speak my mind

so as they were asking me to leave

i cried out one more time

what'd you do with those swingin' doors

and where's the sawdust on the floor

why's everybody wearin' suits and ties

from where i stand i can't believe my eyes

and who's idea was it to hang these ferns

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.