Lyrics

I drove down to The Trap but the joint was closed Lately they've been droppin' like Dominos All of my favorite waterin' holes are dryin' up Tell me is it too much for a man to ask To hear Haggard and Jones sing CC Waterback With the lights so low And cold drafts will cost you one buck Enough's enough. Somebody save the honky tonks The hard wood floor and the quarter jukebox Where's the workin' man gonna go to get tore up When the last one's tore down Somebody save the neon lights And the cinderblock shacks crossed the county line Everyday another piece of history's lost Somebody save the honky tonks. Well, it's enough to bring a tear to a blood shot eye Not knowin' where to go on a Friday night To get down and get loud And unwind from a hard day Listen, we the people got a make a stand Maybe write a letter to our congressman Show some support for the drinkin' man We can't wait, until it's too late. Somebody save the honky tonks The hard wood floor and the quarter jukebox Where's the workin' man gonna go to get tore up When the last one's tore down Somebody Save the neon lights And the cinderblock shacks crossed the county line Everyday another piece of history's lost Somebody save the honky tonks. Why don't they take that ol' wreckin' ball To the uppity bars, down at the mall All I'm askin, all I want Somebody save the honky tonks.
Writer(s): Bob Regan, Jimmy Ritchey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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