Lyrics:

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



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



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
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