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...

Holding these lonely hands of mine