[Verse]
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After three good years together we had our first 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
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stompin' grounds.
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When I pulled into the driveway everything still looked the
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same. And I couldn't wait to down a few and hear that
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jukebox ring. But when I walked in through the doorway
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there stood some kind of maitre- d. and he looked me up and he
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looked me down and said, "Can I help you please?"
And I said.
[Chorus]
C F
What'd you do with those swingin' doors? And where's
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the sawdust on the floor? Why's everybody wearin' them
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suits and ties? From where I stand I can't believe my eyes.
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And whose idea was it to hang these ferns? This brand-new bar
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don't have a single burn. I guess I'm somewhere that I don't
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belong. I need a jukebox with a country song.
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When I looked back in the corner where the jukebox once stood
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proud. Some clown was playin' records... to fast, to long
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and to loud. Well it must've been a big mistake to try to
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speak my mind. But as they were askin' me to leave, I cried
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out one more time.
[Outro]
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I guess I don't belong without a jukebox and a country
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song.