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After three good years together
We had our first big fight
So she went to her mothers'
And I went for a drive
Down an old familiar highway
Just a few miles out of town
To that rundown 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 ring
But as I walked in through the doorway
Oh, there stood some kind of maître 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 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 whose 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 look back to the corner
Where the jukebox once stood proud
Some clown was playin' 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 askin' 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 whose 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
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