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

When I pulled in the driveway
Well it all still looked the same
I couldn't wait to down a few
And hear that jukebox play
Well I walked into the doorway
And there stood some kind of Matre D'
He looked me up, and he looked me down and said
"May I help you please?" And I said

(Chorus)
What'd you do with those swinging doors
Where's the sawdust on the floor
Why's everybody wearing suits and ties
From where I stand I can't believe my eyes
And who's idea was it to hang them spurs
This brand new bar don't have a single burn
I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong
I need a jukebox with a country song

Well I looked in the corner

Where the jukebox once stood proud
Some fool was playing records
Too fast, too long, and too loud
And it must have been a big mistake
To try to speak my mind
So as they were asking me to leave
I cried out one more time

(Repeat chorus)

I guess I don't belong
Without a jukebox with a country song

If I would take a little time to write down a few lines
Every time that you cross this heart of mine
And put them all in a book, how much time would that have took?
The words and years have a way of slipping by
Oh no, too bad, there goes the chance that I had

I could have written a play so sweet and so funny
Given old Mr. Shakespeare a run for his money
Written the words to the prettiest tune
That would never leave a dry eye in the room
My only excuse for not doing that
Well I was too busy being in love
Yes, I was too busy being in love

Brand new phrases appear every time you are near
All these words you inspire after all these years
But I never reach for a pen, break the mood that I'm in
Before I knew it the words were gone again
Oh no, too bad, there goes the chance that I had

I could have written a poem to make young lovers crazy
Could have written a movie for Hepburn and Tracy
A beautiful song and it starts with your name
Written my way into fortune and fame
But I have no regrets for not doing that
Well I was too busy being in love
Yes I was too busy being in love