Please Mr. Please

In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox
 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
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 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