letra de a jukebox with a country song - stones, doug
after three good years together
we had our first big fight
so she went to her mothers
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 stomping 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 ring
now as i walked in through the doorway
well, there stood some kind of matradee
well, he looked me up, and he looked me down
said, “may i help you please?”
and i said, “what’d you do with the swinging doors?
where’s the sawdust on the floor?
why’s everybody wearing suits and ties
from western, i can’t believe my eyes”
“and whose idea was it to hang these spurs
this brand new bar don’t have a sink or fur
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
well, too fast, too long and too loud
and it must has 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 the swinging doors?
where’s the sawdust on the floor?
why’s everybody wearing suits and ties
from western, i can’t believe my eyes”
“and whose idea was it to hang these spurs
this brand new bar, don’t have a sink or fur
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 with a country song”
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