Honkytonk Southern Sky

When I was just a boy

My mama used to fill the room

With music that shared her feelings of joy

Loneliness, dread and doom

My papa was a simple man

Who put his trust in the Lord

But as soon as the whiskey touched his lips

Everything was forgot

You gotta roll with the punches

'Cause money don't grow on trees

Jesus begging on the corner

And the Devil doing what he please

The day I heard Buck Owens

I got down on my knees

And surrendered to that great

Honky Tonk, Honky Tonk Southern Sky

When I found my first saloon

I thought it would be my last

But the sins of the father helped me

To drink away all my past

When you find the needle

You get lost in the haystack

No one ever thought a soul like me

Would ever find my way back

You gotta roll with the punches

Money don't grow on trees

Jesus begging on the corner

And the Devil doing what he please

The day I heard Hank Williams

I got down on my knees

And surrendered to that great

Honky Tonk, Honky Tonk Southern Sky

You gotta roll with the punches

'Cause money don't grow on trees

With Jesus begging on the corner

And the Devil doing what he please

The day the devil heard Loretta Lyn

He got down on his knees

And surrendered to that great

Honky Tonk Southern Sky