The fiddles are squeaking the 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