johnny horton – honky tonk hardwood floor lyrics
the fiddles’re squeekin’ the guitars’re speakin’ the piano plays a jelly-roll
the man on the drum is out from dumb and the b-ssman he plays from his soul
the tables’re quakin’ and your nerves’re shakin’ but you keep on beggin’ for more
you keep a havin’ your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor
on a honky tonk hardwood floor on a honky tonk hardwood floor
you keep a havin’ your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor
[ guitar ]
there’s a waitress handy and she don’t sell candy and she don’t sell soda pop
and there’s a fat bartender who’s there to serve you if you really wanna blow your top
if you got no money then there’s a little honey she’s a thing that you adore
you keep a havin’ your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor
on a honky tonk hardwood floor…
[ piano ]
your payday’s sat-rday you’re broke on sunday come monday you’re feelin’ saur
you got big black eyes that you pick up from little from a little guy the night before
so you swear off off to drinkin’ but when you get to thinkin’
bout the goodtimes you had oh lord
so keep a havin’ your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor
on a honky tonk hardwood floor…
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