After three good years together
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We had our first big fight
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So she went to her mother's
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And I went for a ride
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Down an old familiar highway
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Just a few miles out of town
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To that rundown one-room tavern
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That used to be my stomping grounds
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well I pulled in the driveway
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you know it all still looked the same
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I couldn't wait to down a few
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And hear that jukeboxs ring
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Well I walked into the doorway
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And there stood some kind of Matre D'
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well He looked me up, and he looked me down and said
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"May I help you please?" And I said
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(Chorus)
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What'd you do with those swinging doors
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Where's the sawdust on the floor
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Why's everybody wearing suits and ties
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From where I stand I can't believe my eyes
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And who's idea was it to hang these ferns
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This brand new bar don't have a single burr
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I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong
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I need a jukebox with a country song
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Well I looked back to the corner
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Where the jukebox once stood proud
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Some clown was playing records
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Too fast, too long, and too loud
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And it must have been a big mistake
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To try to speak my mind
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So as they were asking me to leave
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I cried out one more time
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(Repeat chorus)
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I guess I don't belong
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Without a jukebox and a country song
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A Jukebox With a Country Song
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| Doug Stone |
