Here we are again tonight at our corner table
The girl behind the bar just dimmed the lights
The jukebox plays an old country love song
And I'm holding on to you with all my might

Hey, bottle of whiskey
She's long since been gone
Her memory tends to be
The kind that lingers on
You try to shake it off
But here it comes again
Hey, bottle of whiskey
I thought you were my friend

Now I'm holding on to you the way I held her
Your face reflects the sadness in my eyes
I see I'm singing to an empty bottle
And the emptiness she left me deep inside