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