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 An empty bottle a broken heart and you're still on my mind