| I’ve got a strong suspicion that my baby’s coming down
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| With a mighty bad affliction that’s been going around the town
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| I don’t know who she caught it from but she sure is showing certain signs
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| Of having honky tonkitis and she’s got it bad this time
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| I know she had it once or twice before I came along
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| But I was sure our love would be enough to keep her home
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| Now that old infection’s coming back and things are looking sad
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| Cause she’s got honky tonkitis and Lord she’s got it bad
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| Honky tonkitis is the bending of the mind
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| It’s whiskey drinking slowly sinking love destroying time
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| Barstool riding downhill sliding jukebox songs and wine
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| She’s got honky tonkitis and she’s got it bad this time
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| My baby’s showing all the symptoms that I know so well
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| And I don’t need a doctor’s diagnosis just to tell
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| That this honky tonk addition is a sure and certain sign
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| That our love has fallen victim to the fever of the wine
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| Honky tonkitis is the bending of the mind
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| It’s whiskey drinking slowly sinking love destroying time
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| Barstool riding downhill sliding jukebox songs and wine
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| She’s got honky tonkitis and she’s got it bad this time
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| Yes she’s got honky tonkitis and she’s got it bad this time |