Honky Tonk Time Machine

Honky Tonk Time Machine - George Strait (喬治·斯特雷特)

Lyrics by：Bubba Strait/Brice Long/Bart Butler

Composed by：Bubba Strait/Brice Long/Bart Butler

Well he comes in here on the first and fifteenth

Pockets just jinglin' like a tambourine

Makes a beeline over to that old jukebox

Fills it up to the top and needle drops

And it's off like a rocket in a neon haze

Spinnin' 'em back to the good old days

Beer gets to flowin' and the whiskey pours

There ain't an empty spot on the old dance floor

All cowboy hats boots and jeans

Ridin' that honky tonk time machine

He's gonna make d**n sure the jukebox don't rock

And the record's gonna be the only thing that bops

He's an old-school cold longneck DJ

And look at him now here comes them old green snakes

And it's off like a rocket in a neon haze

Spinnin' 'em back to the good old days

Beer gets to flowin' and the whiskey pours

There ain't an empty spot on the old dance floor

All cowboy hats boots and jeans

Ridin' that honky tonk time machine

From A to Z and everything between

He's flying that honky tonk time machine

And it's off like a rocket in a neon haze

Spinnin' 'em back to the good old days

Beer gets to flowin' and the whiskey pours

There ain't an empty spot on the old dance floor

All cowboy hats boots and jeans

Ridin' that honky tonk time machine

Everybody's back in MWZ

They're ridin' that honky tonk time machine

Well he comes in here on the first and fifteenth

Pockets just jinglin' like a tambourine

Makes a beeline over to that old jukebox

Fills it up to the top and needle drops