Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor Johnny Horton

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The fiddles're squeekin' the guitars're speakin'
The piano plays a jelly-roll
The man on the drum is out from dumb
And the bass man 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
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
Your payday's Saturday you're broke on Sunday
Come Monday you're feelin' sour
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 good times 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
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun
On a honky tonk hardwood floor