| If you go down to the bottom
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| Better watch the way you act
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| If you fool around them honkies
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| You will never make it back.
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| When you get in trouble
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| The best you can do is lose
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| For them honky tonky moma’s
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| They’ll give you the honky blues.
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| I went down to the bottom
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| Just a week ago today
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| Met a honky tonky baby
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| And I couldn’t get away.
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| Lost all my money
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| And brand new padded shoes
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| For them honky tonky moma’s
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| They had them honky blues.
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| I drank a half of pint a liquor
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| And a half a pint of gin
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| Saw my honky tonky mama
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| Foolin' around some other men.
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| Really felt mistreated
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| My baby I was about to lose
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| Got jealous of my baby
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| I had them old honky tonky blues, sure did.
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| She’s a honky tonky mama
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| Got her honky tonky way’s
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| She got me in trouble
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| Now I’m servin day’s.
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| Big policmen got me
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| Would not turn me lose
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| Took me down to the station
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| Locked me in the county blues, good mornin' judge.
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| When I go back to the bottom
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| Gonna watch my p’s and q’s
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| Or them honky tonky mama’s
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| Will be givin' me the blues.
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| Gonna have protection
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| I think I have paid my dues
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| I’ll find me a honky tonky moma
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| And give her back these old honky tonky blues.
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| I’ll find me a honky tonky moma
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| And give her these old honky tonky blues.
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| I’ll find me a honky tonky moma
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| And give her these old honky tonky blues… |