(Hank Thompson)

She lives her life in honky tonks
And the crowded backstreet bars
A world of make believe
That knows no sun, no moon or stars.

Just a glitter of a great white way
And the glamor of city lights
Where the music's loud she's in the crowd
A lonely girl in the night.

I wonder if she's thinking
Of dreams that didn't last
I wonder if she's haunted
By heartaches from the past.

Perhaps there is a story
Of a love that wasn't right
Now those shadows hide her empty pride
So lonely in the night.

--- Instrumental ---

I watch her sit there so lonely
As she lights her cigarette
And the smoke rings rise but in her eyes
Oh, it seems to be such a regret.

Yes, she's there to tempt her lover
And that dress that hugs her tight
With a glass of wine to pass the time
Just a lonely girl in the night.

I wonder if she's thinking
Of dreams that didn't last
I wonder if she's haunted
By heartaches from the past.

Perhaps there is a story
Of a love that wasn't right
Now those shadows hide her empty pride
So lonely in the night...