Biography:
Country star Doug Stone made his name as a baritone balladeer, even though he's also adept at up-tempo country tunes.
Stone was born and raised in Atlanta, GA, and learned guitar at the age of five from his mother, also a country singer. As a teenager, he performed in skating rinks in his hometown and later moved on to playing area bars while working long hours as a mechanic during the day.
It took Stone several years to be “found” by his soon-to-be manager who helped him finally land a record deal with Epic.
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- Fourteen Minutes Old
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- Id Be Better Off In A Pine Box
- Id Be Better Off In A Pinebox
- If It Was Up To Me
- In A Different Light
- Lets Talk About You
- Made For Loving You
- Make Up In Love
- My Hats Off To Him
- Small Steps
- Sometimes I Forget
- Take A Letter Maria
- The Long Way
- The Warmest Winter
- Three Little Pennies
- Too Busy Being In Love
- When December Comes Around
- Why Didnt I Think Of That
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After three good years together we had our first big fight
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So she went to her mother's and I went for a drive
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Down that old familiar highway just few miles out of town
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To that run down one-room tavern that used to be my stompin' grounds
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When I pulled in the driveway you know it all still looked the same
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And I couldn't wait to down a few and hear that jukebox ring
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But as I walked in through the doorway
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There stood some kind of matradee
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Well he looked me up and he looked me down said
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May I help you please and I said
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What'd you do with those swingin' doors
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Where's the sawdust on the floor
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Why's everybody wearin' suits and ties
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From where I stand I can't believe my eyes
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And whose idea was it to hang these ferns
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This brand new bar don't have a single burn
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I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong
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I need a jukebox with a country song
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When I looked back to the corner where the jukebox once stood proud
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Some clown was playin' records to fast to long and to loud
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And it must've been a big mistake to try and speak my mind
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But as they were askin' me to leave I cried out one more time
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What'd you do with those swingin' doors
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Where's the sawdust on the floor
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Why's everybody wearin' suits and ties
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From where I stand I can't believe my eyes
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And whose idea was it to hang these ferns
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This brand new bar don't have a single burn
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I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong
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I need a jukebox with a country song
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I guess I don't belong without a jukebox and a country song
After three good years together we had our first big fight
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So she went to her mother's and I went for a drive
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Down that old familiar highway just few miles out of town
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To that run down one-room tavern that used to be my stompin' grounds
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When I pulled in the driveway you know it all still looked the same
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And I couldn't wait to down a few and hear that jukebox ring
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But as I walked in through the doorway
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There stood some kind of matradee
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Well he looked me up and he looked me down said
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May I help you please and I said
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What'd you do with those swingin' doors
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Where's the sawdust on the floor
G7
Why's everybody wearin' suits and ties
C
From where I stand I can't believe my eyes
F
And whose idea was it to hang these ferns
C
This brand new bar don't have a single burn
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I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong
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I need a jukebox with a country song
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When I looked back to the corner where the jukebox once stood proud
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Some clown was playin' records to fast to long and to loud
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And it must've been a big mistake to try and speak my mind
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But as they were askin' me to leave I cried out one more time
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What'd you do with those swingin' doors
C
Where's the sawdust on the floor
G7
Why's everybody wearin' suits and ties
C
From where I stand I can't believe my eyes
F
And whose idea was it to hang these ferns
C
This brand new bar don't have a single burn
G7
I guess I'm somewhere that I don't belong
F C
I need a jukebox with a country song
G7 F C
I guess I don't belong without a jukebox and a country song
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