Honky Tonk Moon

I got a Lone Star beer in my left hand

And my sweetheart holds my right

There's a little dive down on a lost highway

That's goin' to rock and roll tonight

Now there's an old jukebox on a sawdust floor

Playing Hank and Patson Klein

Hey, good-looking, you better stay put

You've got leaving on your mind

'Cause there's a honky-tonk moon in a western sky

I like my boot cut low, I like my whiskey right

There's a honky-tonk moon, and I don't want to go home

I want a yippee-ya-ho-ka-yay, 'til the night is gone

Well, the pool balls click, and the air is thick, they're smoking barbecue

And a cowgirl smiles, and she walks right up to a cowboy on a stool

She says, "Now don't sit still, let's play Bob Wills, we'll cut a rug in two"

So heart-to-heart, and cheek to cheek, that's exactly what they'll do

'Cause there's a honky-tonk moon in a western sky

I like my boot cut low, I like my whiskey right

There's a honky-tonk moon, and I don't want to go home

I want a yippee-ya-ho-ka-yay, 'til the night is gone

Oh, take me back to San Antone

'Cause there's a honky-tonk moon in a western sky

I like my boot cut low, real low, I like my whiskey right

There's a honky-tonk moon and I don't want to go home

I want a yippee-ya-ho-ka-yay, 'til the night is gone

I want a yip-yip-yippee-ya-ho-ka-yay

'Til the honky-tonk moon is gone