In the corner
Of the bar
There stands
A juke box
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 through
I got good
Kentucky whiskey
On the counter
And my friends
Around to help me
Ease the pain
Till some
Button-pushin'
Cowboy plays
That love song
And here I am
just missin' you
Again
Please mister please
Don't play
B seventeen
It was our song
It was his song
But it's 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 ev'ry 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
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 sorryy,''
By your picture
And a song that's
Weighin' heavy
On my mind
Please mister please
Don't play
B seventeen
It was our song
It was his song
But it's over
Please mister please
If you know
What I mean
I don't ever
Wanna hear that
Song again..