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