| I met a gin-soaked barroom queen in Jackson
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| She tried to take me upstairs for a ride
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| There’s many a barroom queen I’ve seen in Jackson
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| But I just can’t seem to drink you off my mind
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| It’s the honky tonk women
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| Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues
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| I later hitched a plane to San Francisco
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| I had to get in some kind of a fight
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| The ladies they all dress me up in roses
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| She blew my nose and then she blew my mind
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| Oh the honky tonk women
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| Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues
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| I treat 'em to a freak in San Francisco
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| The weather there was clear and it was fine
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| I tried to take a week down in San Francisco
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| But frankly people I don’t have the time
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| It’s the honky tonk women
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| Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues
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| It’s the honky tonk women
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| Well gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues |