Honky-Tonk Hardwood Floor

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 ba*sman 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 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 from a little guy the night before So you swear off 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