In the corner of the 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 your's are through
I got good Kentucky whiskey on the counter
And my friends
around to help me ease the pain
'Til some button-pushing cowboy plays that
love song
And here I am just missing you again
(Chorus:)
Please, Mister, please, don't play B-17
It was our song, it was his song, but it's 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
But 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
Chorus (bis)