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 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 couldnt 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?

Whatd you do with the swinging doors? Wheres the sawdust on the floor?
Whys everybody wearing suits and ties from western, I cant believe my eyes
And whose idea was it to hang these spurs, this brand new bar dont have a sink or fur
I guess Im somewhere that I dont 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

Whatd you do with the swinging doors? Wheres the sawdust on the floor?
Whys everybody wearing suits and ties from western, I cant believe my eyes
And whose idea was it to hang these ferns, this brand new bar dont have a single burn.
I guess Im somewhere that I dont belong I need a jukebox with a country song
I guess I dont belong without a jukebox with a country song

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