Doug Stone - A jukebox with a country song

^CAfter three good ^G7years to^Cgether we ^Fhad our first big ^Cfight So she went ^G7to her ^Cmother's and ^D7I went for a ^G7drive

Down ^Cthat old ^G7familiar ^Chighway just few miles o^C7ut of t^Fown To that run down one-room ^Ctavern that ^G7used to be my stompin' ^Cgrounds

When I pulled ^G7in the ^Cdriveway you know ^Fit all still looked the ^Csame And I couldn't ^G7wait to ^Cdown a few and ^D7hear that jukebox ^G7ring

But ^Cas I walked in ^G7through the ^Cdoorway There stood some kind ^C7of matra^Fdee

Well he looked me up and ^Che looked me down said ^G7May I help you ^Cplease and I said

What'd you do with those ^Fswingin' doors Where's the sawdust ^Con the floor

Why's everybody wearin' ^G7suits and ties From where I stand I can't ^Cbelieve my eyes

And whose idea was it to ^Fhang these ferns This brand new bar don't have a ^Csingle burn

I guess I'm somewhere that I ^G7don't belong I need a jukebox with a ^Fcountry ^Csong

When I looked ^G7back to the ^Ccorner where the ^Fjukebox once stood ^Cproud Some clown was ^G7playin' ^Crecords to ^D7fast to long and to ^G7loud

And it ^Cmust've ^G7been a ^Cbig mistake to ^C7try and speak my ^Fmind But as they were askin' ^Cme to leave I ^G7cried out one more ^Ctime

What'd you do with those ^Fswingin' doors Where's the sawdust ^Con the floor

Why's everybody wearin' ^G7suits and ties From where I stand I can't ^Cbelieve my eyes

And whose idea was it to ^Fhang these ferns This brand new bar don't have a ^Csingle burn

I guess I'm somewhere that I ^G7don't belong I need a jukebox with a ^Fcountry ^Csong

I guess I ^G7don't belong without a jukebox and a ^Fcountry ^Csong