The Jukebox, The Bottle, and Me

There ain't a barstool I can sit on, just a table by the window set for two And I can't bring myself to sit where once upon a time I sat with you There's a couple on the dance floor, dancin' the way that we used to Oh but me I've got my fingers wrapped around this glass of 90 proof And A11's on the jukebox And I start to feel the pain I take another shot of whiskey As I'm cryin' out your name Yeah I keep on reachin' out for you But your memory's all I see But it's not you so tonight it's the jukebox, the bottle and me I just stopped in here tonight Cause around here there's nowhere else to go And this new one-room apartment just don't even compare to our old home There's a girl I met here lately and she keeps asking for a dance But my mind won't lose the thought of you And my heart won't take a chance And A11's on the jukebox And I start to feel the pain I take another shot of whiskey As I'm cryin' out your name Yeah I keep on reachin' out for you But your memory's all I see But it's not you so tonight it's the jukebox, the bottle and me Yeah Yeah it's not you so tonight it's the jukebox, the bottle and me