Whatll it be?, he asked, What do you need tonight?
Something cold to drown the fire, something hot to stir one up?
Ill make it simple, I said, Just two things Ill request
That bottle by your shoulder and some quarters for these dollars'Cause if you wanna make me happy, pour me Bourbon on the rocks
And play every sad song on the jukebox
Songs of loving and leaving, lying and cheating
Songs of hurting and crying and even songs of dyingIf you wanna make me happy, pour me Bourbon on the rocks
And play every sad song on the jukeboxA woman, he asked
She left you I bet, Ive seen that look thats in your eyes
On a many other face, "Thats right" I said, I deserved it I guess
But it still hurts me all alone at night, there by myselfSo if you wanna make me happy, pour me Bourbon on the rocks
And play every sad song on the jukebox
Songs of loving and leaving, lying and cheating
Songs of hurting and crying and even songs of dyingIf you wanna make me happy, pour me Bourbon on the rocks
And play every sad song on the jukebox
If you wanna make me happy, pour me Bourbon on the rocks
And play every sad song on the jukebox