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 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