Jukebox is playing a honky-tonk song.
One more I keep saying,
and then I go home.
What good will 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 dancing and having their fun,
and I sit here thinking about what you have
done.
To try and forget you,
I've turned to the wine.
An empty bottle, a broken heart,
and you're still on my mind.
Alone and forsaken,
so blue I could cry.
I just sit here drinking till the bottle runs dry.
What good will it do me?
I know what I'll find.
An empty bottle,
a broken heart,
and you're still on my mind.
An empty bottle,
a broken heart,
and you're still on my mind.
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