playing a honky tonk song
One more I keep saying and
What good would it do me,
An empty bottle, a broken heart,
and you're still on my mind
While I sit here crying over
My pockets are empty, my last drink of wine
An empty bottle, a broken heart,
and your still on my mind
Alone and forsaken, so blue I could die
I just sit here drinking till
To try and forget you I turn to the wine
An empty bottle, a broken heart,
and your still on my mind
