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 your 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
Cause she's holding
These lonely hands of mine