Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor Lyrics
Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor - Johnny Horton
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 bassman 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
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
On a honky tonk hard floor wood
You keep a havin your fun you lucky son
Of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor
Your payday's saturday you're broke on sunday come monday you're feelin saur
You got big black eyes that you pick up from
Little guy the night before
So you swear 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
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
You keep a havin your fun you lucky son
Of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor