Текст: Hank Thompson. Bubbles In My Beer.

Tonight in a bar alone I'm sitting
Apart from the laughter and the cheer
While scenes from the past rise before me
I'm watching the bubbles in my beer

A vision of someone who loved me
Brings a lone silent tear to my eye
And I know that my life's been a failure
Just watching the bubbles in my beer

I'm seeing the road that I've traveled
A road paved with heartaches and tears
And I'm seeing the past that I've wasted
While watching the bubbles in my beer

As I think of the heart that I've broken
And the golden chances that have passed me by
The dreams that I had now are empty
As empty as the bubbles in my beer