Lyrics:

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 you're 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 you're still on my mind