A Jukebox With A County Song

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 couldn't wait to down a few and hear that jukebox ring
Well as I walked in through the doorway, there stood some kind of Matre'D
Well he looked me up and he looked me down and 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 wearing 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 burr
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 where asking me to leave
I cried out one more time
What'd you do with those swingin doors
Where's the sawdust on the floor
Whys everybody wearing 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 burr
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