C5 F5 After three good years together we had our first fight. C5 G5 So she went to her mother's and I went for a drive. C5 F5 Down that old familiar highway just few miles out of town. C5 G5 To that run-down, one-room tavern that used to be my C5 stompin' grounds. C5 When I pulled into the driveway everything still looked the F5 C5 same. And I couldn't wait to down a few and hear that G5 C5 jukebox ring. But when I walked in through the doorway F5 there stood some kind of maitre-d. and he looked me up and he C5 G5 C5 looked me down and said, "Can I help you please?" And I said. C5 F5 Chorus: What'd you do with those swingin' doors? And where's C5 the sawdust on the floor? Why's everybody wearin' them G5 C5 suits and ties? From where I stand I can't believe my eyes. F5 And whose idea was it to hang these ferns? This brand-new bar C5 G5 don't have a single burn. I guess I'm somewhere that I don't F5 C5 belong. I need a jukebox with a country song. C5 When I looked back in the corner where the jukebox once stood F5 C5 proud. Some clown was playin' records... to fast, to long G5 C5 and to loud. Well it must've been a big mistake to try to F5 C5 speak my mind. But as they were askin' me to leave, I cried G5 C5 out one more time. Repeat Chorus: C5 G5 F5 I guess I don't belong without a jukebox and a country C5 song.
