Lyrics:

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 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-Pushing Cowboy Plays That Love Song
and Here I Am Just Missing You Again

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 Wanna Hear That Song Again

if I Had A Dime For Every 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

but 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 Sorry' By Your Picture
and A Song That's Weighing Heavy On My Mind

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 Wanna Hear That Song Again