In the corner of the bar

there stands a jukebo

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 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

'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 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