(feat. Rodney Crowell)


There ain't nothing in the bottom of your glass

For a broken heart

You were doing pretty good till she came 

And tore your world apart

She found a little younger model

You ran straight for the bottle

There ain't nothing in the bottom of your glass

For a broken heart


Do you find yourself tossin' and a turnin'

In the middle of the night

With a cigarette burning

Staying up until the broad daylight

Well you gotta be going crazy

With another man lovin' on your baby

There ain't nothing in the middle of the night

For a broken heart


(Chorus)

There ain't never been a cure for the lowdown blues

When a woman puts on a pair of walking shoes

You ought to know by now 

There's nothing, son, that you can do

For a broken heart


Ain't nothing when the morning finally comes

Gonna change a thing

A little hair of the dog ain't gonna hurt you

Have yourself a drink

She found another lover

I sure feel for you brother

Ain't nothing in the whole wide world for a broken heart


Repeat Chorus