Making The Rounds - Little Jimmy Dickens

I'm making the rounds

With someone new since you have gone away

But making the rounds

It's not the fun it was with you

The glamour has gone from all the spots

That seem so bright and gay

But making the rounds is all that's left for me to do

I never go home

Till the last alone hideaway place has closed it's door

There's too much at home to remind me

That we're through

I laugh and pretend

That I'm not wishing for a bygone day

When we were in love

And I was making the rounds with you

I never go home

Till the last alone hideaway place has closed it's door

There's too much at home to remind me that we're through

I laugh and pretend

That I'm not searching for a bygone day

When we were in love

And I was making the rounds with you