Honky-Tonk Hardwood Floor

歌詞

The fiddles are squeakin' The guitars are speakin' The piano plays a jelly-roll The man on the drum is out from dumb And the bassman - he plays from his soul The tables are quakin' And your nerves are 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 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 want to 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 Your payday's Saturday You're broke on Sunday Come Monday, you're feelin' sore You got big black eyes that you pick up From a little guy the night before So you swear off to drinkin' But when you get to thinkin' 'Bout the good times 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