Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor

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 bass man 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 thing that you adore

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

Your payday's Saturday you're broke on Sunday

Come Monday you're feelin' sour

You got big black eyes that you pick up from little

From a little guy the night before

So you swear off off to drinkin' but when you get to thinkin'

Bout the good times you had oh Lord

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