In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox    With the best of country music, old and new    You can hear your five selections for a quarter    And somebody else's songs when your's are through      I got good Kentucky whiskey on the counter    And my friends around to help me ease the pain    'Til some button-pushing cowboy plays that love song    And here I am just missing you again       Please, Mister, please, don't play B-17   It was our song, it was his song, but it's over    Please, Mister, please, if you know what I mean    I don't ever wanna hear that song again       If I had a dime for every time I held you    Though you're far away, you've been so close to me    I could swear I'd be the richest girl in Nashville    Maybe even in the state of Tennessee       But I guess I'd better get myself together    'Cause when you left, you didn't leave too much behind    Just a note that said "I'm sorry" by your picture    And a song that's weighing heavy on my mind       Please, Mister, please, don't play B-17    It was our song, it was his song, but it's over    Please, Mister, please, if you know what I mean    I don't ever wanna hear that song again