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