Turn Up The Bottle

Turn Up The Bottle

Well tonight this old bar room is such a lonely place to be
Its 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 drowned in my misery lord
I got a good place to start

So, turn up the bottle bartender
And turn up the Jones
I got a memory that’s killing 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

Well I can’t believe she done me like she did
Yeah she told my Cadillac car and my old guitar
And split town with the kids
But tonight me and George are gonna sit right here
Lord knows that the race is on
And if this drinking don’t kill me
I guess I’ll just go on home

So, turn up the bottle bartender
And turn up the Jones
I got a memory that’s killing 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

Well tonight me and George are gonna sit right here
And I just make take the grand tour
And if this drinking don’t kill me
Hell, it just might kill her