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, 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, broken heart
And you're still on my mind
Alone and forsaken
So blue I could die
An' I just sit here drinkin'
'Til the bottle runs dry
To try and forget you
I turn to the wine
An empty bottle, broken heart
And you're still on my mind
