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 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

I guess I dont belong without a jukebox with a country song