This brand new bar don't have a single burn
What'd you do with those swinging doors?
Well I pulled in the driveway, you know it all still looked the same
I need a jukebox with a country song"
So as they were asking me to leave I cried out one more time
Why's everybody wearing suits and ties?
I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong
This brand new bar don't have a single burn
And who's idea was it to hang these furs?
To that rundown one-room tavern that used to be my stomping ground
"What'd you do with those swinging doors?
Why's everybody wearing suits and ties?
Well he looked me up and he looked me down, said
And I couldn't wait to down a few and hear that jukebox ring
Where's the sawdust, on the floor?
"May I help you please?", and I said
I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong
Well as I walked into the doorway, oh there stood some kind of Matre D'
From where I stand I can't believe my eyes
And it must have been a big mistake to try to speak my mind
I need a jukebox with a country song
And who's idea was it to hang these furs?
From where I stand I can't believe my eyes
Some fool was playing records, too fast, too long, and too loud
Down an old familiar highway, just a few miles out of town
Well I look back to the corner where the jukebox once stood proud
Where's the sawdust, on the floor?
