Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor

(アルバム： Rockin' Rollin' Johnny Horton - 1981)

The fiddles're squeeking the guitars're speaking
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 quaking and your nerves're shaking
But you keep on begging for more
You keep a having 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 having 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 having 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 having 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 feeling saur
You got big black eyes that you pick up
From little from a little guy the night before
So you swear off to drinking but when you get to thinking
'Bout the good times you had, oh Lord
So keep a having 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 having your fun, you lucky son of a gun
On a honky tonk hardwood floor