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 findAn empty bottle of broken hearts 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 of broken hearts 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 of broken hearts and your still on my mind
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 findAn empty bottle of broken hearts 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 of broken hearts 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 of broken hearts and your still on my mind
