After three good years together, we had our first big fight   So she went to her mothers, and I went for a drive   Down an old familiar highway, just a few miles out of town   To that run-down 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 in through the doorway, 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...      What'd you do with those swingin 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 and speak my mind   So as they where asking me to leave   I cried out one more time      What'd you do with those swingin doors   Where's the sawdust on the floor   Whys 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      I guess I don't belong    Without a jukebox and a country song