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 laughing 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 your still on my mind
Alone and forsaken, so blue I could die 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 your still on my mind