Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor, artist - Tim O’Brien
Date of issue: 31.12.1983
Song language: English
Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor |
He fiddles’re squeekin' the guitars’re speakin' the piano plays a jelly-roll |
The man on the drum is out from dumb and the bassman he plays from his soul |
The tables’re quakin' and your nerves’re shakin' but you keep on beggin' for |
more |
You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor |
On a honky tonk hardwood floor on a honky tonk hardwood floor |
You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor |
There’s a waitress handy and she don’t sell candy and she don’t sell soda pop |
And there’s a fat bartender who’s there to serve you if you really wanna blow |
your top |
If you got no money then there’s a little honey she’s a thing that you adore |
You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor |
On a honky tonk hardwood floor… |
Your payday’s Saturday you’re broke on Sunday come Monday you’re feelin' saur |
You got big black eyes that you pick up from little from a little guy the night |
before |
So you swear off off to drinkin' but when you get to thinkin' |
Bout the goodtimes you had oh Lord |
So keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor |
On a honky tonk hardwood floor… |