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Doug Stone Miscellaneous 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 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 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 Now as I walked in through the doorway, there stood some kind of matradee Now he looked me up, and he looked me down, said, “May I help you please?” What’d you do with the swinging doors? Where’s the sawdust on the floor? Why’s everybody wearing suits and ties from western, I can’t believe my eyes And whose idea was it to hang these spurs, this brand new bar don’t have a sink or fur 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 record, too fast, too long and too loud This must has been a big mistake to try and speak my mind So they were asking me to leave, I cried out one more time What’d you do with the swinging doors? Where’s the sawdust on the floor? Why’s everybody wearing suits and ties from western, I can’t believe my eyes And whose idea was it to hang these spurs, this brand new bar don’t have a sink or fur 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 with a country song |
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