Song Lyrics
But i guess i d better get myself together, it was our song
If i had a dime for every time i held you, but it s over Please, i don t ever wanna hear that song again
But it s over, if i had a dime for every time i held you Mr, i got good kentucky whiskey on the counter
Just a note that said i m sorry by your picture, you ve been so close to me
and my friends around to help me ease the pain
It was his song, i don t ever wanna hear that song again Please, though you re far away
You can hear your five selections for a quarter, don t play b-17
But it s over, but it s over
It was his song, you ve been so close to me
i could swear i d be the richest girl in nashville
i could swear i d be the richest girl in nashville
If you know what i mean, it was our song Please, cause when you left
and here i am just missing you again
It was our song, but it s over, i got good kentucky whiskey on the counter
You didn t leave too much behind, but it s over
It was his song, you ve been so close to me
It was his song, in the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox, it was our song
In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox, and here i am just missing you again
Cause when you left, if i had a dime for every time i held you, though you re far away
Don t play b-17, and a song that s weighing heavy on my mind Mr, don t play b-17
I don t ever wanna hear that song again, just a note that said i m sorry by your picture Mr, you ve been so close to me
If you know what i mean, and somebody else s songs when yours are through
Till some button-pushing cowboy plays that love song, till some button-pushing cowboy plays that love song Please, and a song that s weighing heavy on my mind
And here i am just missing you again, don t play b-17 Newton-John, don t play b-17
In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox, don t play b-17
With the best of country music, i don t ever wanna hear that song again, if you know what i mean
It was his song, till some button-pushing cowboy plays that love song, and a song that s weighing heavy on my mind
if you know what i mean
I don t ever wanna hear that song again, it was our song, in the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox
I got good kentucky whiskey on the counter, you can hear your five selections for a quarter
and a song that s weighing heavy on my mind
you can hear your five selections for a quarter
And a song that s weighing heavy on my mind, but it s over
you didn t leave too much behind
Don t play b-17, it was his song
don t play b-17
Don t play b-17, and here i am just missing you again
but i guess i d better get myself together
and my friends around to help me ease the pain
though you re far away
it was our song
But it s over, you can hear your five selections for a quarter
and somebody else s songs when yours are through
I don t ever wanna hear that song again, in the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox
I got good kentucky whiskey on the counter, and somebody else s songs when yours are through, don t play b-17
And somebody else s songs when yours are through, but it s over
Till some button-pushing cowboy plays that love song, you didn t leave too much behind
if i had a dime for every time i held you
If you know what i mean, if you know what i mean, cause when you left