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