George Strait Honky Tonk Time Machine
Well, he comes in here on the first and fifteenth
Pockets just jingling like a tambourine
Makes a beeline over to that old jukebox
Fills it up to the top and the needle drops
And it's off like a rocket in a neon haze
Spinning 'em back to the good old days
Beer gets to flowing and the whiskey pours
There ain't an empty spot on the old dance floor
All cowboy hats, boots and jeans
Riding that honky tonk time machine
He's gonna make damn sure the jukebox don't rock
And the record's gonna be the only thing that bops
He's an old-school cold longneck DJ
And look at him now, here comes them old green snakes
And it's off like a rocket in a neon haze
Spinning 'em back to the good old days
Beer gets to flowing and the whiskey pours
There ain't an empty spot on the old dance floor
All cowboy hats, boots and jeans
Riding that honky tonk time machine
From A to Z and everything between
He's flying that honky tonk time machine
And it's off like a rocket in a neon haze
Spinning 'em back to the good old days
Beer gets to flowing and the whiskey pours
There ain't an empty spot on the old dance floor
All cowboy hats, boots and jeans
Riding that honky tonk time machine
Everybody's back in MWZ
They're riding that honky tonk time machine
Well, he comes in here on the first and fifteenth
Pockets just jingling like a tambourine
Makes a beeline over to that old jukebox
Fills it up to the top and the needle drops
