| Any girl who hangs out in a honky-tonk
|
| Who smokes my cigarettes and drinks my wine
|
| Some call her a bad girl but to me she means the world
|
| Cause she’s holding these lonely hands of mine
|
| She listens while I cry on her shoulder
|
| She runs her slender fingers through my hair
|
| Other men may hold her tight, but right now tonight
|
| She’s holding these lonely hands of mine
|
| She’s holding the hands that once held you so tight
|
| She smiles each time I call her by name
|
| She listens to my same sad story every night
|
| She says I’m right and she gives you the blame
|
| Any girl who hangs out in a honky-tonk
|
| Who smokes my cigarettes and drinks my wine
|
| Some call her a bad girl but to me she means the world
|
| Cause she’s holding these lonely hands of mine
|
| Holding these lonely hands of mine |