| If the whole world was a honky-tonk,
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| And it revolved around an old jukebox,
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| We’d tell our troubles to the Bar,
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| Over cryin' steel guitars,
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| And soon, they’d all be gone.
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| Yeah, if you asked me what I thought,
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| I’d say: «We'd be better off,
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| «If the whole world was a honky-tonk.»
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| You could smoke that cigarette,
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| An' be politically incorrect.
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| Show off that red 'round your neck…
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| Not hear a single soul object.
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| Wouldn’t need no lawyers to decide,
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| Who is wrong and who is right.
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| No need for big expensive trials…
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| Brother, we’d just step outside.
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| If the whole world was a honky-tonk,
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| And it revolved around an old jukebox,
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| We’d tell our troubles to the Bar,
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| Over cryin' steel guitars,
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| And soon, they’d all be gone.
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| Yeah, if you asked me what I thought,
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| I’d say: «We'd be better off,
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| «If the whole world was a honky-tonk.»
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| Wouldn’t have to pay no tax…
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| Just set a tip jar in the back.
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| If we ran low, we’d pass the hat…
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| I bet we’d all be in the black,
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| If the whole world was a honky-tonk.
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| And if you’re lookin' love…
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| Someone to heal that broken heart.
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| Hey, buddy, you’d be in half.
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| You wouldn’t have to go that far.
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| If the whole world was a honky-tonk,
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| And it revolved around an old jukebox,
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| We’d tell our troubles to the Bar,
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| Over cryin' steel guitars,
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| And soon, they’d all be gone.
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| If you asked me what I thought,
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| I’d say: «We'd be better off,
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| «If the whole world was a honky-tonk.»
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| Life would be a three-chord song,
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| And the king would be George Jones,
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| If the whole world was a honky-tonk. |