Johnny Horton Honky-Tonk Hardwood Floor
(Tex Atchinson - Eddie Hazlewood - Harrell)
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 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.
--- Instrumental ---
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.
--- Instrumental ---
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 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
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun
On a honky tonk hardwood floor...
