Lyrics:

What'll it be? He asked
What do you need tonight?

Something cold to drown the fire

Something hot to stir one up?
I'll make it simple I said

Just two things I'll request

That bottle by your shoulder

And some quarters for these dollars
'Cause if you wanna make me happy
Pour me Bourbon on the rocks

And play every sad song on the jukebox

Songs of loving and leaving, lying and cheating

Songs of hurting and crying and even songs of dying

If you wanna make me happy
Pour me Bourbon on the rocks
And play every sad song on the jukebox

A woman, he asked
She left you I bet
I've seen that look that's in your eyes
On a many other face
'That's right' I said
I deserved it I guess
But it still hurts me all alone
At night there by myself
So if you wanna make me happy
Pour me Bourbon on the rocks
And play every sad song on the jukebox
Songs of loving and leaving, lying and cheating
Songs of hurting and crying, and even songs of dying
If you wanna make me happy
Pour me Bourbon on the rocks
And play every sad song on the jukebox
If you wanna make me happy
Pour me Bourbon on the rocks
And play every sad song on the jukebox