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 sounds when yours are through
I got good Kentucky whiskey on the counter
And my friends around to help me ease the pain
To some button-pushing cowboy plays that love some
And here I am just missing you again
Please, mister, please
Don't play me 17
It was our song, it was his song
But it's over now

It's over, please, mister, please
If you know what I mean
I don't ever want to hear that song again
I don't ever want to hear that song again
If I had a dime for every dime 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 a picture
And the song that's wearing heavy on my mind
Please, mister, please
Don't play me 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 want to hear that song again
It was our song, it was his song