After three good years together we had our first big fight
So she went to her mother's and I went for a drive
Down that old familiar highway just few miles out of town
To that run down one-room tavern that used to be my stompin' grounds
When I pulled in the driveway you know it all still looked the same
And I couldn't wait to down a few and hear that jukebox ring
But as I walked in through the doorway
There stood some kind of matradee
Well he looked me up and he looked me down said
May I help you please and I said
What'd you do with those swingin' doors
Where's the sawdust on the floor
Why's everybody wearin' suits and ties
From where I stand I can't believe my eyes
And whose idea was it to hang these ferns
This brand new bar don't have a single burn
I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong
I need a jukebox with a country song
When I looked back to the corner where the jukebox once stood proud
Some clown was playin' records to fast to long and to loud
And it must've been a big mistake to try and speak my mind
But as they were askin' me to leave I cried out one more time
What'd you do with those swingin' doors
Where's the sawdust on the floor
Why's everybody wearin' suits and ties
From where I stand I can't believe my eyes
And whose idea was it to hang these ferns
This brand new bar don't have a single burn
I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong
I need a jukebox with a country song
I guess I don't belong without a jukebox and a country song