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"
