Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor - Johnny Horton

Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor LRC歌词

作曲 : Johnny Horton 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