After three good years together we had our first big fight So she went to her mother's and I went for a drive Down that old familiar highway just few miles out of town To that run down one-room tavern that used to be my stompin' grounds When 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 But as I walked in through the doorway 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 those swingin' doors Where's the sawdust on the floor Why's everybody wearin' suits and ties From where I stand I can't believe my eyes And whose idea was it to hang these ferns 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 When I looked back to the corner where the jukebox once stood proud Some clown was playin' records to fast to long and to loud And it must've been a big mistake to try and speak my mind But as they were askin' me to leave I cried out one more time What'd you do with those swingin' doors Where's the sawdust on the floor Why's everybody wearin' suits and ties From where I stand I can't believe my eyes And whose idea was it to hang these ferns 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