A Jukebox With A Country Song Lyrics - Singles - Doug Stone

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 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 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 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