Eight in the evening,
sunset's drawing near.
I'm hangin' round this bar
with my whiskey and my beer
And I'm hanging around,
hanging around for you.

I drain another bottle,
listen to the rain,
Ain't none of which gonna do
a damn thing for my pain
And I'm hanging around,
hanging around for you.

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Last Updated on 10/02/2005
Copyright 2005 MKP (evilpootcat@yahoo.com)
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