Pour me hard liquor over soft music at a table with only one chair
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From the first lonely song till the last drop is gone she'll be hanging round somewhere
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She may appear like an angel through a smoky crowd
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Or fall in a teardrop I can't hold back now
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Pour me hard liquor over soft music and she'll be hanging round somewhere
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[ fiddle - guitar ]
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She may dance softly in the candle light reflecting her old mem'ries everywhere
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You may find me glancing in a sparkling wine but she'll be hanging round somewhere
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Pour me hard liquor...
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She'll be hanging round somewhere
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She'll Be Hanging Round Somewhere
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| Mel Tillis |
