The jukebox is playingA honky-tonk songOne more I keep sayingAnd then I'll go homeWhat good would it do meCause I know what I'll findAn empty bottle, a broken heartAnd you're still on my mindThe people on my feetThey keep havingTheir funWhile I sit here cryingOver what you have doneAll my pockets are emptyIt's my last drink of wineAn empty bottle, a broken heartAnd you're still on my mindguitar sologuitar soloGeorge, I'm aloneAnd I'm in a hurryAnd forsakenSo blue I could dieI'd just sit here drinkingThough the bottle runs dryTo try and forget youOh, I'd turn to the waterguitar sologuitar soloAn empty bottle, broken heart, and you're still on my mindAn empty bottle, broken heart, and you're still on my mind*