Turn Up the Bottle

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Well tonight this old barroom

Such a lonely place to be

It's just some old Jones on the jukebox

The bartender and me

And that old dirty hardwood dance floor

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

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 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 took my Cadillac car and my old guitar

And split town with the kid

Aw, but tonight me and George gonna sit right here

Lord knows if the race is on

And if this drinkin' don't kill me

I guess I'll just go on home

So turn up the bottle

Bartender, turn up the Jones

I got a memory that's killin' me

I can't take it no more

The good times are over

I been left here all alone

So turn up the bottle

Bartender and turn up the Jones

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

The good times are over and gone

I been left here all alone

So turn up the bottle

Bartender and turn up the Jones

Hell, tonight me and George gonna sit right here

Hell, I just might take the grand tour

And if this drinkin' don't kill me

Hell, it just might kill her