In the corner of the bar there is a jukebox With the best in country favorites, old and new You can play your five selections for a quarter And hear someone's else's when your song is through I got good Kentucky whiskey on the counter I got friends around who will help me ease my pain 'Til some button-pushing cowboy plays that love song And here I am just missing you again Please, Mister, please, don't play B-17 It was our song, it was his song, now it's over Please, Mister, 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 kissed you Or for every time you stood so close to me I swear I could be the richest girl in Nashville If not the richest girl in Tennessee Please, Mister, please, don't play B-17 It was our song, it was his song, now it's over Please, Mister, please, if you know what I mean I don't ever wanna hear that song again Well I don't ever wanna hear that song again