Turn Up the Bottle Whitey Morgan and the 78's

[Verse 1]
Well tonight, this old barroom
Is such a lonely place to be
It's just some old Jones on the jukebox
The bartender and me

And that old dirty hardwood dancefloor
That's where she stole and broke my heart
If I'm gonna drown in my misery
Lord, I got a good place to start

[Chorus]
So turn up the bottle, bartender, and turn up the Jones
I got a memory that's killin' me, I can't take it no more
Well, the good times are over, I've been left here all alone
So turn up the bottle, bartender, and turn up the Jones

[Verse 2]
Well, I can't believe
She done me like she did
Yeah, she took my Cadillac car and my old guitar
Then split town with the kids

But tonight, me and George gonna sit right here
Lord knows that the race is on
And if this drinkin' don't kill me
I guess I'll just go on home