Well, she was a honky tonker
And he was a family man
Yeah, and she showed him her gold teeth
When he'd hold her little hand
And they met out on the highway
At the Paradise Motel Lounge
On Saturday night
When things weren't right
Between him and his wife in town
And they's just another couple
On a High Plains Jamboree
Playing out them sad songs
They understand
They're just another couple
Making jukebox memories
And walking into troubles
Hand in hand
Well, now she weren't no maid of cotton
And he weren't no hell of a man
But they must've loved each other
Like only the lonely can
Cause they slow danced through the neons
Like sorrow through a song
Then they carried the tune
To the motel room
And played it all night long
And they's just another couple
On a High Plains Jamboree
Playing out them sad songs
They understand
Yeah, they're just another couple
Making jukebox memories
And walking into troubles
Hand in hand
Yes, they're walking into troubles
Hand in hand