Honky-Tonk Hardwood Floor

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