It won't be long now, until that ol' sun gets down
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And up the stairs I hide, my shameful tears
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My wife works all night long, for a man who's halfway gone
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She's a barmaid in the honky tonk downstairs
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[Bridge:]
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And it's a shame she wears the name
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Of a man that's locked in chains
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To a bottle that destroys her hopes and cares
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To a man with hungry eye's, she works and hides her pride
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She's a barmaid in the honky tonk downstairs
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Honky Tonk Downstairs
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| Dan McCaferty |
