I met a gin-soaked barroom queen in Memphis,
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She tried to take me upstairs for a ride.
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She had to heave me right across her shoulder,
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Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind.
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It's the honky tonk women,
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That gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.
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I laid a divorcee in New York City,
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I had to put up some kind of a fight.
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The lady, then she covered me in roses,
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She blew my nose and then she blew my mind.
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Honky Tonk Women
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| Joe Cocker |
