Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor Gary Stewart

The fiddles're squeekin' the guitars're speakin'
The piano plays a jelly-roll
The man on the drum is far 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
The girl 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...