| Lyrics: | In the corner of a 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 yours are
throu-ough
I've got good Kentucky whiskey on the counter
And my friends around to
help me ease the pain
'Til some button-pushin' cowboy plays that love song
And here I am
just missin' you again
Please mister please, don't play P 17
It was our song, it was
his song, but it's o-o-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-ee
Well 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 P 17
It was our song, it was his song, but it's o-o-over
Please mister please, if you
know what I mean
I don't ever wanna hear that song again
I don't ever wanna hear that song
again... |
