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