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 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
But as I walked in through the doorway
Well 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 furs?
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 clown 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 furs?
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

Copyright: Kanjian Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Charles Eugene Nelson, Gene Nelson, Ronnie Samoset