A Jukebox with a Country Song - Doug Stone

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 matra'd

Well he looked me up and he looked me

Down and 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 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