Lyrics:

(welch/rostill) 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 yours 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 Please, mr., please, don't play b-17 It was our song, it was his song, but it's over Please, mr., 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 Please, mr., please, don't play b-17 It was our song, it was his song, but it's over Please, mr., please, if you know what i mean I don't ever wanna hear that song again