In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox
With the best country music,
old and new
You can hear your five selections for a quarter
And somebody else's songs when yours are through
I got good Kentucky whiskey on the counter
And my friends around to help me ease the
pain
Just some bottom-pushing cowboy plays that
love song
And here I am just missing you again
Please, Mr. Please,
don't let it be seventeen It was our song,
it was his song,
but it's
over Please,
Mr. Please,
if you know what I mean
If
I had a dime for every time I held you
While you're far away,
you've been so close
to me I could swear I'd be the richest gal in Nashville
Maybe even in the state of Tennessee
But I guess I'd better get myself together
Because 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 playing heavy on
my mind Please, Mr. Please,
don't let it be seventeen
It was our song, it was his song,
but it's over
Please, Mr. Please,
if you know what I mean I don't ever want to hear that song again