Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor lyrics by Johnny Horton
The fiddles are squeakingthe guitars are speaking
and the piano plays a jelly roll
The man on the drum
is far from dumb
and the bass man
he plays from his soul
The tables are quaking
and your nerves are shaking
but you keep on a
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 hard wood 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 is there to serve you
if you really wanna blow your top
If you got no money
then there's a little honey
she's the gal that you adore
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 hard wood floor
Your payday's Saturday
you're broke on Sunday
On Monday you're feeling sore
You got two black eyes
that you picked up from a
little guy the night before
So you swear off the drinking
but when you get to
thinking �bout the good times
you had, oh Lord
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 hard wood floor
