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Johnny Horton - Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor Lyrics

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  • 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 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
  • [ guitar ]
  • 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...
  • [ piano ]
  • Your payday's Saturday you're broke on Sunday come Monday you're feelin' saur
  • 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 goodtimes 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...

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