Lyrics:

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 Couldnt Wait To Down A Few And Hear That Jukebox Ring
now As I Walked In Through The Doorway, There Stood Some Kind Of Matradee
now He Looked Me Up, And He Looked Me Down, Said, May I Help You Please

whatd You Do With The Swinging Doors Wheres The Sawdust On The Floor
whys Everybody Wearing Suits And Ties From Western, I Cant Believe My Eyes
and Whose Idea Was It To Hang These Spurs, This Brand New Bar Dont Have A Sink Or Fur
i Guess Im Somewhere That I Dont 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 Record, Too Fast, Too Long And Too Loud
this Must Has Been A Big Mistake To Try And Speak My Mind
so They Were Asking Me To Leave, I Cried Out One More Time

whatd You Do With The Swinging Doors Wheres The Sawdust On The Floor
whys Everybody Wearing Suits And Ties From Western, I Cant Believe My Eyes
and Whose Idea Was It To Hang These Spurs, This Brand New Bar Dont Have A Sink Or Fur
i Guess Im Somewhere That I Dont Belong I Need A Jukebox With A Country Song
i Guess I Dont Belong Without A Jukebox With A Country Song