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 pushin' cowboy plays that lovesong
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
'Cos 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


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