After three good years together

We had our first big fight

So she went to her mother's

And I went for a ride

Down an old familiar highway

Just a few miles out of town

To that rundown one-room tavern

That used to be my stomping grounds 



well I pulled in the driveway

you know it all still looked the same

I couldn't wait to down a few

And hear that jukeboxs ring

Well I walked into the doorway

And there stood some kind of Matre D'

well He looked me up, and he looked me down and said

"May I help you please?" And I said 



(Chorus)

What'd you do with those swinging doors

Where's the sawdust on the floor

Why's everybody wearing 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 burr

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 to speak my mind

So as they were asking me to leave

I cried out one more time 



(Repeat chorus) 



I guess I don't belong

Without a jukebox and a country song