โหลดเพลง mp3 Honky-Tonk Hardwood Floor - Johnny Horton

Honky-Tonk Hardwood Floor - Johnny Horton
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 you are 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' saurian
You got big black eyes that you pick up from little
Guy the night before
So you swear 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