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
To try and forget you
I turn to the wine
An empty bottle
A broken heart
And you're still on my mind
Alone and forsaken
So blue I could die
I just sit here drinking
Till the bottle runs dry
My pockets are empty
My last drink of wine
An empty bottle
A broken heart
And you're still on my mind
Just an empty bottle
A broken heart
And you're still on my mind