Jukebox and a Country Song (Re-Recorded)

Well, after three good years together
We had our first big fight
So she went to her mother's
And I went for a drive
Down an old familiar highway
Just a few miles out of town
To that rundown one-room tavern
That used to be my stomping ground

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
But as I walked in through the doorway
There stood some kind of maid, sharp-dressed
Well, he looked me up and he looked me down
And said, "Sir, may I help you please?"
And I said

"What'd you do with those swinging doors?
And 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 burn
Well, 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
And some clown was playing records
Well, too fast, too loud, and too loud
And it must have been a big mistake
To try and speak my mind
So as they were asking me to leave
Well, I cried out one more time

"What'd you do with those swinging doors?
And 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 burn
Well, 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
Yeah, that's right