| He’s wrinkled and gray but he’s still got the fire
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| And he sings on the stage like a bird on a wire
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| He’ll pack 'em in just like he always did
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| Everybody loves The Honky Tonk Kid
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| He got his first guitar when he was fifteen
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| Thirstin' for knowledge, all hungry and green
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| Strummin' that six string just like Lefty did
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| Everybody loves The Honky Tonk Kid
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| Well the Honky Tonk Kid loves a honky tonk crowd
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| He picks them up when this world gets them down
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| All the smoke and the neon keep his pain here
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| Nobody knows The Honky Tonk Kid
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| Ten million fans and a hand full of friends
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| He’ll go home alone when each night ends
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| He’ll think about her and he’ll twist off the lid
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| Cause nobody loves The Honky Tonk Kid
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| It won’t be long the lord will take him away
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| He’d sung his last song, they’ll place a reef on his grave
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| But he’ll draw a crowd just like he always did
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| One last goodbye for The Honky Tonk Kid |