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 matre 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"