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After three good years together we had our first big fight

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So she went to her mother's and I went for a drive

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Down that old familiar highway just few miles out of town

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To that run down one-room tavern that used to be my stompin' grounds

        
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When I pulled in the driveway you know it all still looked the same

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And I couldn't wait to down a few and hear that jukebox ring

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But as I walked in through the doorway 

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There stood some kind of matradee

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Well he looked me up and he looked me down said

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May I help you please     and I said


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


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And whose idea was it to hang these ferns 
 
                                C
This brand new bar don't have a single burn 

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I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong

                        F       C
I need a jukebox with a country song


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When I looked back to the corner where the jukebox once stood proud

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Some clown was playin' records to fast to long and to loud 
 
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And it must've been a big mistake to try and speak my mind 
 
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But as they were askin' me to leave I cried out one more time


                         F
What'd you do with those swingin' doors 
 
                    C
Where's the sawdust on the floor  

                        G7
Why's everybody wearin' suits and ties 
 
                           C
From where I stand I can't believe my eyes


                         F
And whose idea was it to hang these ferns 
 
                                C
This brand new bar don't have a single burn 

                             G7
I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong

                        F       C
I need a jukebox with a country song


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I guess I don't belong without a jukebox and a country song