A Jukebox with a Country Song - Doug Stone

A Jukebox with a Country Song

Doug Stone

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Lyric

After three good years together

We had our first big fight

So she went to her mothers'

And I went for a drive

Down an old familiar highway

Just a few miles out of town

To that rundown 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 ring

But as I walked in through the doorway

Oh, there stood some kind of maître 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 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 whose 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 look back to the corner

Where the jukebox once stood proud

Some clown was playin' 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 askin' 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 whose 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

- It's already the end -