She'll Be Hanging Round Somewhere

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