Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor

Well the fiddles are squeakin’ the guitars are speaking

The piano plays a jelly roll

The man on the drums is far from dumb

And the bassman he plays from his soul

The tables are quakin’ and your nerves are 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

You keep’a havin’ your fun you lucky son of a gun

On a honky tonk hardwood floor

And she don’t sell soda pop

There’s a fat bartender who is there to serve ya

If you really wanna blow your top

If you got no money then there’s a little honey

She’s the gal 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

You keep’a havin’ your fun you lucky son of a gun

On a honky tonk hardwood floor

By Monday you’re feelin’ sore

You got two black eyes that you picked up

From a little guy the night before

So you swear off drinkin’ but then you get to thinkin’

’bout the good times you had galore

you keep’a havin’ your fun you lucky son of a gun

on a honky tonk hardwood floor

You keep’a havin’ your fun you lucky son of a gun

On a honky tonk hardwood floor