| Some folks like the winter time
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| When the snow is on the ground
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| Some folks like the autumn when leaves come tumbling down
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| Some folks like peace and quiet
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| Some folks like it rough
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| I love honky tonk songs, honky tonk wine
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| And chasing that honky tonk stuff
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| I’ll be here in this old honky tonk
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| With these bloodshot eyes of mine
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| I line 'em up from 3:00 to 1:00
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| And chase 'em until 5:00
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| It’s whatever turns you on I guess
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| Lord knows I just can’t get enough
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| Honky songs and honky tonk wine
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| Chasing that honky tonk stuff
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| As the years roll by
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| You’d think that old Jerry Lee
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| Would quit the booze-hearty ways
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| Rocking and rolling all night long
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| And working like a dog all day
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| Well I’ll tell you I’m a fool about them women
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| Lord knows I just can’t get enough
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| I’m talking about honky tonk songs, honky tonk wine
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| Chasing that honky tonk stuff
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| Now the wine don’t take effect
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| The way it used to all night long
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| All I hear on that old jukebox
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| I someone did somebody wrong
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| But I guess it’s different strokes for different folks
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| And I developed quite a taste
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| Of honky tonk songs and honky tonk wine
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| And chasing that honky tonk stuff |