| It’s been here for near on thirty years
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| Wish I had a dime for every time sombody cried a tear in their beer
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| And a penny for every smile and Ginny gave out
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| At the honkiest tonkiest beer joint, in town
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| 45's are on the jukebox, some old some new
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| They say «Hello there, pull up a chair, what can I get for you?»
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| Well that’s just small talk to help you feel at home when you come 'round
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| The honkiest tonkiest beer joint, in town
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| (Guitar and steel solos… modulate one whole step)
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| If you’re out on that side of town
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| You wanna shoot some pool or just shoot a cool one down
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| Rose’s pickled eggs and sausage are by the pound
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| At the honkiest tonkiest beer joint, in town
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| 45's are on the jukebox, some old some new
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| They say «Hello there, pull up a chair, what can I get for you?»
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| Well that’s just small talk to help you feel at home when you come 'round
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| The honkiest tonkiest beer joint
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| The honkiest tonkiest beer joint |