Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnny Horton
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tex Atchison
Composer
Eddie Hazelwood
Songwriter
Scotty Harrell
Songwriter
E. Hazlewood
Composer
S. Harrell Atchison
Composer
Lyrics
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 bassman, 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 girl that you'll adore
So 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
Your payday's Saturday, you're broke on Sunday
On Monday you're feelin' sour
You got two black eyes that you picked up from a little guy
The night before
So you swear off to drinkin' but when you get to thinkin'
'Bout the goodtimes you had, oh Lord
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
Writer(s): Scotty Harrell, Eddie Hazelwood
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