Making The Rounds - George Jones

I’m making the rounds with someone new

Now that you’ve gone away

But making the rounds

It’s not the fun if it was with you

The glamor 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

Hideaway place has closed its 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 hideaway place has closed its 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