Jukebox with a country song

	  		(C) After three good years together we had our first (F) fight. 
     So she went to her (C) mother's and I went for a (G7) drive. 
     Down that (C) old familiar highway just few miles out of (F) town. 
     To that run-down, one-room (C) tavern that used to (G7) be my 
     stompin' (C) grounds. 
      
     (C) When I pulled into the driveway everything still looked the 
     (F) same.  And I couldn't wait to (C) down a few and hear that 
     jukebox (G7) ring.  But when I (C) walked in through the doorway 
     there stood some kind of maitre-(F)d.  and he looked me up and he 
     (C) looked me down and said, (G7) "Can I help you (C) please?" 
      
     And I said.   
      
     Chorus: (C) What'd you do with those (F) swingin' doors?  And where's 
     the sawdust (C) on the floor?  Why's everybody wearin' them 
     (G7) suits and ties?  From where I stand I can't (C) believe my eyes. 
     And whose idea was it to (F) hang these ferns?  This brand-new bar 
     don't have a (C) single burn.  I guess I'm somewhere that I (G7) don't 
     belong.  I need a jukebox with a (F) country (C) song. 
      
     (C) When I looked back in the corner where the jukebox once stood 
     (F) proud.  Some clown was playin' (C) records... to fast, to long 
     and to (G7) loud.  Well it (C) must've been a big mistake to try to  
     speak my (F) mind.  But as they were askin' (C) me to leave, I cried 
     (G7) out one more (C) time.    Repeat Chorus: 
      
     (C) I guess I don't (G7) belong without a jukebox and a (F) country 
     (C) song.