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 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 couldn't wait to down a few and hear that jukebox ring

Now as I walked in through the doorway, there stood some kind of marti dee

Now he looked me up, and he looked me down, said, "May I help you please?"

What'd you do with the swinging doors? Where's the sawdust on the floor?

Why's everybody wearing suits and ties from western, I can't believe my eyes

And whose idea was it to hang these spurs, this brand new bar don't have a sink or fur

I guess I'm somewhere that I don't 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

What'd you do with the swinging doors? Where's the sawdust on the floor?

Why's everybody wearing suits and ties from western, I can't believe my eyes

And whose idea was it to hang these spurs, this brand new bar don't have a sink or fur

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 with a country song