doug stone
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 ride Down an old familiar highway, just a few miles out of town To that rundown 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 ring Well as I walked into the doorway, oh there stood some kind of Matre 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 swinging doors? 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 furs? 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 fool was playing 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 asking me to leave I cried out one more time What'd you do with those swinging doors? 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 furs? 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