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