In the corner of a bar there stands a jukebox

With the best of country music, old and new

You can hear your five selections for a quarter

And somebody else's songs when yours are throu-ough



I've got good Kentucky whiskey on the counter

And my friends around to help me ease the pain

'Til some button-pushin' cowboy plays that love song

And here I am just missin' you again



Please mister please, don't play P 17

It was our song, it was his song, but it's o-o-over

Please mister please, if you know what I mean

I don't ever wanna hear that song again



If I had a dime for every time I held you

Though you're far away, you've been so close to me

I could swear I'd be the richest girl in Nashville

Maybe even in the state of Tennessee-ee



Well I guess I'd better get myself together

'Cause when you left, you didn't leave too much behind

Just a note that said I'm sorry by your picture

And a song that's weighing heavy on my mind



Please mister please, don't play P 17

It was our song, it was his song, but it's o-o-over

Please mister please, if you know what I mean

I don't ever wanna hear that song again

I don't ever wanna hear that song again...