Hanging Out (And Barely Hanging On)

Hanging out, hanging in there, and barely hanging on

Waiting for the tune to change

Trapped in the words of a sad country song

Hanging out, hanging in there, and barely hanging on

I'm in this bar room almost every night

Don't cause much trouble, I don't start many fights

I wait my turn and I just wait too much

And the waitresses all like me 'cause I smile but I don't touch

I like the band here and I love country music

But the songs they sing sometimes get way too close to home

And I'd like to be holding a girl out on the dance floor

But tonight I'm barely holding my own

Hanging out, hanging in there, and barely hanging on

Waiting for the tune to change

Trapped in the words of a sad country song

Hanging out, hanging in there, and barely hanging on

Old James, the bartender, he always plays it cool

He cuts me off before I fall off my stool

He'll take my keys and he never will repeat

All the lies I always tell him when I'm in way too deep

Hanging out, hanging in there, and barely hanging on

Waiting for the tune to change

Trapped in the words of a sad country song

Hanging out, hanging in there, and barely hanging on

Hanging out, hanging in there, and barely hanging on

Waiting for the tune to change

Trapped in the words of a sad country song

Hanging out, hanging in there, and barely hanging on

Hanging out, hanging in there, and barely hanging on