A Jukebox with a Country Song

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 stompin' 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 strain
 But as I walked in through the doorway
 Well there stood some kind of matre d'
 Well he looked me up
 And he looked me down
 And said: "Can I help you please?"
 And I said:
 "What'd you do with those swingin' doors?"
 "And where's the sawdust on the floor?"
 "Why's everybody wearin' suits and ties?"
 "From where I stand I can't believe my eyes"
 "And who's idea was it to hang these ferns?"
 "This brand new bar don't have a single burn"
 "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 records
 Too fast, too long, and too loud
 And it must have been a big mistake
 To try and speak my mind
 So as they were asking me to leave
 I cried out one more time:
 "What'd you do with those swingin' doors?"
 "And where's the sawdust on the floor?"
 "Why's everybody wearin' suits and ties?"
 "From where I stand I can't believe my eyes"
 "And who's idea was it to hang these ferns?"
 "This brand new bar don't have a single burn"
 "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
 And a country song"