In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox
With the best of country music, old and new
You can hear your five selections for a quarter
And somebody elses songs when yours are through
I got good Kentucky whiskey on the counter
And my friends around to help me ease the pain
Til some button-pushing cowboy plays that love song
And here I am just missing you again
Please, Mr., please, dont play B-17
It was our song, it was his song, but its over
Please, Mr., please, if you know what I mean
I dont ever wanna hear that song again
If I had a dime for every time I held you
Though youre far away, youve been so close to me
I could swear Id be the richest girl in Nashville
Maybe even in the state of Tennessee
But I guess Id better get myself together
Cause when you left, you didnt leave too much behind
Just a note that said Im sorry by your picture
And a song thats weighing heavy on my mind
Please, Mr., please, dont play B-17
It was our song, it was his song, but its over
Please, Mr., please, if you know what I mean
I dont ever wanna hear that song again