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A Jukebox With a Country Song

Höfundur lags: Gene Nelson og Ronald A. Santaniello Flytjandi: Doug Stone Sent inn af: Anonymous

[C]After three good [G7]years to[C]gether we [F]had our first big [C]fight
So she went [G7]to her [C]mother's and [D7]I went for a [G7]drive
Down [C]that old [G7]familiar [C]highway just few miles o[C7]ut of t[F]own  
To that run down one-room [C]tavern that [G7]used to be my stompin' [C]grounds

When I pulled [G7]in the [C]driveway you know [F]it all still looked the [C]same
And I couldn't [G7]wait to [C]down a few and [D7]hear that jukebox [G7]ring   
But [C]as I walked in [G7]through the [C]doorway
There stood some kind [C7]of matra[F]dee  
Well he looked me up and [C]he looked me down said
[G7]May I help you [C]please and I said

What'd you do with those [F]swingin' doors
Where's the sawdust [C]on the floor
Why's everybody wearin' [G7]suits and ties
From where I stand I can't [C]believe my eyes

And whose idea was it to [F]hang these ferns
This brand new bar don't have a [C]single burn
I guess I'm somewhere that I [G7]don't belong
I need a jukebox with a [F]country [C]song

When I looked [G7]back to the [C]corner where the [F]jukebox once stood [C]proud
Some clown was [G7]playin' [C]records to [D7]fast to long and to [G7]loud   
And it [C]must've [G7]been a [C]big mistake to [C7]try and speak my [F]mind
But as they were askin' [C]me to leave I [G7]cried out one more [C]time

What'd you do with those [F]swingin' doors
Where's the sawdust [C]on the floor
Why's everybody wearin' [G7]suits and ties
From where I stand I can't [C]believe my eyes

And whose idea was it to [F]hang these ferns
This brand new bar don't have a [C]single burn
I guess I'm somewhere that I [G7]don't belong
I need a jukebox with a [F]country [C]song

I guess I [G7]don't belong without a jukebox and a [F]country [C]song


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 that old familiar highway just few miles out of town
To that run down one-room tavern that used to be my stompin' grounds

When 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
But as I walked in through the doorway
There stood some kind of matradee
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 swingin' doors
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 whose 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

When I looked back to the corner where the jukebox once stood proud
Some clown was playin' records to fast to long and to loud
And it must've been a big mistake to try and speak my mind
But as they were askin' me to leave I cried out one more time

What'd you do with those swingin' doors
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 whose 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

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