[00:00.00] 作词 : Nelson, Charles Eugene / Samoset, Ronnie
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Nelson, Charles Eugene / Samoset, Ronnie
[00:12.18]After three good years together we had our first big fight
[00:18.93]So she went to her mother's and I went for a ride
[00:28.47]Down an old familiar highway, just a few miles out of town
[00:35.91]To that rundown one-room tavern that used to be my stomping ground
[00:45.00]Well I pulled in the driveway, you know it all still looked the same
[00:51.00]And I couldn't wait to down a few and hear that jukebox ring
[00:54.09]Well as I walked into the doorway, oh there stood some kind of Matre D'
[01:08.49]Well he looked me up and he looked me down, said
[01:13.89]"May I help you please?", and I said
[01:19.08]"What'd you do with those swinging doors?
[01:24.27]Where's the sawdust, on the floor?
[01:28.44]Why's everybody wearing suits and ties?
[01:32.85]From where I stand I can't believe my eyes
[01:37.14]And who's idea was it to hang these furs?
[01:41.43]This brand new bar don't have a single burn
[01:45.72]I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong
[01:50.01]I need a jukebox with a country song"
[01:59.64]Well I look back to the corner where the jukebox once stood proud
[02:09.33]Some fool was playing records, too fast, too long, and too loud
[02:17.16]And it must have been a big mistake to try to speak my mind
[02:25.29]So as they were asking me to leave I cried out one more time
[02:35.16]What'd you do with those swinging doors?
[02:39.54]Where's the sawdust, on the floor?
[02:43.62]Why's everybody wearing suits and ties?
[02:48.03]From where I stand I can't believe my eyes
[02:52.32]And who's idea was it to hang these furs?
[02:56.61]This brand new bar don't have a single burn
[03:00.93]I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong
[03:05.22]I need a jukebox with a country song
[03:09.45]I guess I don't belong without a jukebox and a country song

作词 : Nelson, Charles Eugene / Samoset, Ronnie
作曲 : Nelson, Charles Eugene / Samoset, Ronnie
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 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
Well as I walked into the doorway, oh there stood some kind of Matre D'
Well he looked me up and he looked me down, said
"May I help you please?", and I said
"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 furs?
This brand new bar don't have a single burn
I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong
I need a jukebox with a country song"
Well I look back to the corner where the jukebox once stood proud
Some fool 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
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 furs?
This brand new bar don't have a single burn
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 and a country song