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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 shaking

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 kill that you adore

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

Your payday's Saturday

You're broke on Sunday on Monday

You're feelin' saur

You got big black eyes

That you pick up

From a little guy the night before

So you swear off drinking

But when you get to thinking

'Bout the goodtimes you had oh Lord

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