She was a honky tonker and he was a family man
And she showed him her gold teeth when hed hold her little hand
And they met out on the highway at the Paradise Motel lounge
On Saturday nights, when things werent right
Between him and his wife in townTheyre just another couple on a high plains jamboree
Playing out them sad songs, they understand
Just another couple making juke box memories
Walking into troubles hand in handShe werent no maid of cotton and he werent no hell of a man
So they must have loved each other like only the lonely can
Cause they slow-danced through the neon like a sorrow through a song
Then they carried the tune to the motel room
And they played it all night longTheyre just another couple on a high plains jamboree
Playing out them sad songs, they understand
Yeah, just another couple making juke box memories
Walking into troubles hand in hand
I said, they walking into troubles hand in hand