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