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We had our first big fight&#13;
So she went to her mother's&#13;
And I went for a ride&#13;
Down an old familiar highway&#13;
Just a few miles out of town&#13;
To that rundown one-room tavern&#13;
That used to be my stomping grounds&#13;
&#13;
well I pulled in the driveway&#13;
you know it all still looked the same&#13;
I couldn't wait to down a few&#13;
And hear that jukeboxs ring&#13;
Well I walked into the doorway&#13;
And there stood some kind of Matre D'&#13;
well He looked me up, and he looked me down and said&#13;
&quot;May I help you please?&quot; And I said&#13;
&#13;
(Chorus)&#13;
What'd you do with those swinging doors&#13;
Where's the sawdust on the floor&#13;
Why's everybody wearing suits and ties&#13;
From where I stand I can't believe my eyes&#13;
And who's idea was it to hang these ferns&#13;
This brand new bar don't have a single burr&#13;
I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong&#13;
I need a jukebox with a country song&#13;
&#13;
Well I looked back to the corner&#13;
&#13;
Where the jukebox once stood proud&#13;
Some clown was playing records&#13;
Too fast, too long, and too loud&#13;
And it must have been a big mistake&#13;
To try to speak my mind&#13;
So as they were asking me to leave&#13;
I cried out one more time&#13;
&#13;
(Repeat chorus)&#13;
&#13;
I guess I don't belong&#13;
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