#1.
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 Seventeen.
It was our song, it was his song, but it's o ver.
Please, Mr., please, if you know what I mean
I don't ever want to hear that song again.
#2.
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 Seventeen.
It was our song, it was his song, but it's o ver.
Please, Mr., please, if you know what I mean
I don't ever want to hear that song again.