A Jukebox With A Country Song

	  		
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After three good years together we had our first big fight 

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So she went to her mother's and I went for a drive 

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Down that old familiar highway just few miles out of town 

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To that run down one-room tavern that used to be my stompin' grounds 

         
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When I pulled in the driveway you know it all still looked the same 

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And I couldn't wait to down a few and hear that jukebox ring 

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But as I walked in through the doorway  

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There stood some kind of matradee 

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Well he looked me up and he looked me down said 

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May I help you please     and I said 


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What'd you do with those swingin' doors 
   
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Where's the sawdust on the floor  
  
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Why's everybody wearin' suits and ties  
  
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From where I stand I can't believe my eyes 


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And whose idea was it to hang these ferns  
  
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This brand new bar don't have a single burn  

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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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When I looked back to the corner where the jukebox once stood proud 

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Some clown was playin' records to fast to long and to loud  
  
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And it must've been a big mistake to try and speak my mind  
  
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But as they were askin' me to leave I cried out one more time 


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What'd you do with those swingin' doors  
  
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Where's the sawdust on the floor   

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Why's everybody wearin' suits and ties  
  
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From where I stand I can't believe my eyes 


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And whose idea was it to hang these ferns  
  
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This brand new bar don't have a single burn  

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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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I guess I don't belong without a jukebox and a country song