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 In the corner of the bar there stands  jukebox
 With the  of country music, old and new
 You can hear your five  for a quarter
 And somebody else's songs when  are through
 
 I got good Kentucky whiskey on the 
 And my friends around to help me  the pain
 'Til some button-pushing cowboy plays  love song
 And  I am just missing you again
 
 Please, Mr., please, don't play 
 It was our  it was his song, but it's over
 Please, Mr., please, if you  what I mean
 I don't  wanna hear that song again
 
  I had a dime for every time I held you
 Though you're far away, you've been so close to 
 I could swear I'd be the richest  in Nashville
 Maybe even in the state  Tennessee
 
 But  guess I'd better get myself together
 'Cause when  left, you didn't leave too much behind
 Just a  that said "I'm sorry" by your picture
  a song that's weighing heavy on my mind
 
 Please, Mr., please,  play B-17
 It  our song, it was his song, but it's over
 Please, Mr., please, if you know  I mean
 I don't ever wanna hear  song again