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 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 strain

But as I walked in through the doorway

Well there stood some kind of Maitre 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 swinging doors?

And 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 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 swinging doors?

And 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 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"