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