v.1
In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox
With the best of country old and new
You can hear your five selections for a quarter
And someone 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
Til some button-pushin cowboy plays that love song
And here I am just missin' you again

Chorus:
Please Mr please, don't play B-17
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

v.2
If I had a dime for every time I held you
Though you're far away, has been close to me
I could swear I'd be the richest girl in Nashville
Maybe even in the state of Tennessee

But I guess I'd better get myself together
Cuz 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 weighing heavy on my mind

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