Pour me hard liquor over soft music at a table with only one chair

From the first lonely song till the last drop is gone she'll be hanging round somewhere



She may appear like an angel through a smoky crowd

Or fall in a teardrop I can't hold back now

Pour me hard liquor over soft music and she'll be hanging round somewhere

[ fiddle - guitar ]

She may dance softly in the candle light reflecting her old mem'ries everywhere

You may find me glancing in a sparkling wine but she'll be hanging round somewhere

Pour me hard liquor...

She'll be hanging round somewhere