Karaoké A Jukebox with a Country Song 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 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 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 strain

But as I walked in through the doorway well there stood some kind of matra'd

Well he looked me up and he looked me down and said can 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 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 looked back to the corner where the jukebox once stood proud

Some clown was playing records too fast, too long and too loud

And it must have been a big mistake to try and speak my mind

So as they were asking 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 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