| I work on a mountain cutting the timber
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| I work till my fingers are sore
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| Cutting the timber goes through the sawmill
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| To build another Honky Tonk Bar
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| Lye down in the valley she spending my money
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| Having myself quite a ball
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| Spending my money I earn at the sawmill
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| To build another Honky Tonk Bar
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| Early each morning I’m back on that mountain
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| Wishing our lives were the truth
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| Cutting the timber that goes through sawmill
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| To build another Honky Tonk bar
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| But tonight’s all over I’m through cutting timber
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| I know just where she will be found
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| I look through the window
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| Guess she is still in there
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| I am going to burn another Honky Tonk down
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| Tonights all over I am through cutting timber
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| I know just where she will be found
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| I look through the window
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| I guess she is still in there
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| I am gonna burn another Honky Tonk down
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| I look through the window
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| I guess she is still in there
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| I am gonna burn another Honky Tonk down |