The fiddles're squeekin' the guitars're speakin' the piano plays a jelly-roll
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The man on the drum is out from dumb and the bassman he plays from his soul
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The tables're quakin' and your nerves're shakin' but you keep on beggin' for more
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You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor
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On a honky tonk hardwood floor on a honky tonk hardwood floor
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You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor
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[ guitar ]
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There's a waitress handy and she don't sell candy and she don't sell soda pop
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And there's a fat bartender who's there to serve you if you really wanna blow your top
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If you got no money then there's a little honey she's a thing that you adore
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You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor
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On a honky tonk hardwood floor...
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[ piano ]
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Your payday's Saturday you're broke on Sunday come Monday you're feelin' sore
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You got big black eyes that you picked up from little from a little guy the night before
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So you swear off to drinkin' but when you get to thinkin'
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Bout the goodtimes you had galore
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So keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor
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On a honky tonk hardwood floor...
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Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor
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| Johnny Horton |
