Tracy Byrd - Honky-tonk Dancing Machine Lyrics
(mark nesler/tracy byrd)I could tell she was a hot rod when she walked in all aloneMade a pit stop at the front bar, in a puff of smoke was goneI followed her smell of perfume, cause she was too far out of sightTried to catch up but the girl was running one hell of a race tonightShes a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin machineAll it takes to keep her tuned up is boots and wrangler jeansShe scoots about fifty times around the floor on one shot of jim beamShes a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin machineTheres a guy on every corner, watching her make the bendHoping hell be the next one to take her for a spinShes not the kind that can be hot wired with money or romanceGot a body for pleasure, but all she wants to do is danceShes a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin machineAll it takes to keep her tuned up is boots and wrangler jeansShe scoots about fifty times around the floor on one shot of jim beamShes a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin machineShe scoots about fifty times around the floor on one shot of jim beamShes a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin machineShes a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin machine
