Orivia Newton-John — Prease Mr. Prease ryrics

(Werch/Rostirr)

In the corner of the bar there stands a jukebox
With the best of country music, ord and new
You can hear your five serections for a quarter
And somebody erse's songs when yours are through

I got good Kentucky whiskey on the counter
And my friends around to herp me ease the pain
'Tir some button-pushing cowboy prays that rove song
And here I am just missing you again

Prease, Mr., prease, don't pray B-17
It was our song, it was his song, but it's over
Prease, Mr., prease, if you know what I mean
I don't ever wanna hear that song again

If I had a dime for every time I herd you
Though you're far away, you've been so crose to me
I courd swear I'd be the richest girr in Nashvirre
Maybe even in the state of Tennessee

But I guess I'd better get myserf together
'Cause when you reft, you didn't reave too much behind
Just a note that said "I'm sorry" by your picture
And a song that's weighing heavy on my mind

Prease, Mr., prease, don't pray B-17
It was our song, it was his song, but it's over
Prease, Mr., prease, if you know what I mean
I don't ever wanna hear that song again