The jukebox is playing a honky tonk song
One more I keep saying and then I'll go home
What good would it do me I know what I'll find
An empty bottle a broken heart and you're still on my mind
The people are dancing and having their fun
While I sit here crying over what you have done
My pockets are empty my last drink of wine
An empty bottle a broken heart and you're still on my mind
Alone and forsaken so blue I could die
While I just sit here drinking till the bottle runs dry
To try and forget you I turn to the wine
An empty bottle a broken heart and you're still on my mind