| Small town dreamer
|
| A full-time piece of work
|
| At least that’s what my daddy says
|
| I guess that’s what you get
|
| When your boy’s born with
|
| That honky tonk fever
|
| Hey jukebox play me the cure
|
| I’ll feed you quarters if you feed my soul
|
| Somewhere between americana and rock and roll
|
| I could lose a day or two with the hippies out west
|
| Or my Cajuns in the bayou
|
| A sonset on Mobile
|
| With something funny in the air
|
| We’re sipping shine from Carolina stills
|
| And It’d be gone again, oh well
|
| At least I could pretend my sail
|
| Ain’t stuck in the wind
|
| And this honky tonk fever would end
|
| Country people and those down-home material girls
|
| The kind you bring home to mama
|
| Hot as hollywood without the drama
|
| Gimme, Gimme that honky tonk fever
|
| Hey, little lady, tonight you’re the cure
|
| That is if you wanna be
|
| It’s going down like the whiskey in Tennessee
|
| I could lose a day or two hiding out in Texas
|
| Anywhere the cowgirls do
|
| Sunrise on Nashville, another music city rally
|
| In the valley of the fiddle and steel
|
| And It’d be gone again, oh well
|
| At least I could pretend my sail
|
| Ain’t stuck out in the wind
|
| And this honky tonk fever would end
|
| Lord, I got that
|
| Honky tonk fever
|
| Hey, bartender pour me the court
|
| I’ll buy a round if you got 'em
|
| The cure for the honky tonk fever
|
| Is at the bottom |