Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor (Album Version) - 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 bassman he plays from his soul
The tables're quakin' and your nerves're shaking 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 kill that you adore 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
Your payday's Saturday You're broke on Sunday on Monday You're feelin' saur
You got big black eyes That you pick up From a little guy the night before
So you swear off drinking But when you get to thinking 'Bout the goodtimes you had oh Lord 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
