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 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 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 of broken hearts. and you're still on my mind