| I’m wearin' a hole in a honky tonk floor
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| I like the feel of my heals sliding over the boards
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| I like the music they play and the whiskey they pour
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| I’m wearin' a hole in a honky tonk floor
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| Nobody knows the way I feel
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| The face that I show to the world ain’t real
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| So she went her way and I went mine
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| Well now this old barroom suits me fine
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| I’m wearin' a hole in a honky tonk floor
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| I like the feel of my heals sliding over the boards
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| I like the music they play and the whiskey they pour
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| I’m wearin' a hole in a honky tonk floor
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| (Oh dance girl, dance)
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| Yeah, sometimes it hurts getting out of bed
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| Ah going to work with my aching head
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| Well I’m only here for mine own good
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| Oh drown me a heartache and polished the wood
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| I’m wearin' a hole in a honky tonk floor
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| I like the feel of my heals sliding over the boards
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| I like the music they play and the whiskey they pour
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| I’m wearin' a hole in a honky tonk floor
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| I’m wearin' a hole in a honky tonk floor
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| I like the feel of my heals sliding over the boards
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| I like the music they play and the whiskey they pour
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| I’m wearin' a hole in a honky tonk floor
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| I’m wearin' a hole in a honky tonk floor |