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

Till 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, but 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 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, mister, please

Don't play B-17

It was our song

It was his song, but it's over

Please, mister, please

If you know what I mean

I don't ever wanna hear that song again