Honky Tonk Woman Ann-Margret (Ft. Tina Turner)

I met a gin-soaked barroom queen in Memphis
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride
She had to heave me right across her shoulder
'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind

It's the Honky Tonk Woman
That gimme, gimme, gimme the Honky Tonk blues
I laid a divorcee in New York City
I had to put up some kind of a fight

The lady, then she covered me in roses
She blew my nose and then she blew my mind
It's the Honky Tonk Woman
That gimme, gimme, gimme the Honky Tonk blues