Doug Stone - Jukebox With A Country Song

Some of us have the feeling that this country has changed for the worse in our lifetimes.  That where a man was once able to speak his mind, not busybodies (or worse, the Government) are there to make sure that doesn't happen.  You may not like what a man has to say, or the music he plays, but By God he has a right to say it.

You know, there's a Country Song for that.

Doug Stone was active during the early 1990s transition from Old School Country to the new, rocked up New Country.  His was Old School, and sometimes there's No School Like The Old School. This song in particular strikes a chord.  Well it must've been a big mistake/To try to speak my mind/But as they were askin' me to leave/I cried out one more time...

May it not be true, or God save this Honorable Republic.



A Jukebox With A Country Song (Songwriters: Gene Nelson; Ronnie Samoset)

After three good years together
We had our first big fight
So she went to her mother's
And I went for a drive
Down an old familiar highway
Just a few miles out of town
To that run-down one-room tavern
That used to be my stompin' ground

When I pulled into the driveway
You know it all still looked the same
And I couldn't wait to down a few
And hear that jukebox ring
But when I walked in through the doorway
There stood some kind of Maitre D'
And he looked me up, and he looked me down, and said,
"Can I help you please?"

(And I said)

What'd you do with those swingin' doors?
And where's the sawdust on the floor?
Why's everybody wearin' suits and ties?
From where I stand I can't believe my eyes
And whose idea was it to hang these ferns?
This brand-new bar don't have a single burn
I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong
I need a juke box with a country song

When I looked into the corner
Where the jukebox once stood proud
Some clown was playin' records...
Too fast, too long, and too loud
Well it must've been a big mistake
To try to speak my mind
So as they were askin' me to leave
I cried out one more time...

What'd you do with those swingin' doors?
And where's the sawdust on the floor?
Why's everybody wearin' suits and ties?
From where I stand I can't believe my eyes
And whose idea was it to hang these ferns?
This brand-new bar don't have a single burn
I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong
I need a juke box with a country song

I guess I don't belong

Without a jukebox and a country song

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