Whiskey is the gasoline that lights the fire that burns the bridge Ice creates the water that's no longer runnin' under it Stool holds the fool that pours the whiskey on his broken heart Cigarettes create the smoke that hides the lonesome in his eyes The jukebox plays Hank, "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry" Dance floor holds the folks trying to forget who they are And that's what happens in every little honky tonk bar
Friday night, it's a given I'll be L-I-V-N, livin' We'll dance on the bar 'til we're sleeping it off in the car Monday morning, it's a given I'll be D-R-A-G-N, draggin' And that's what happens in every little honky tonk bar
Neon lights flashing bright 'til you're almost hypnotized Waitress, short skirt, gets hit on by every guy Comin' and goin', always rollin' with the flow Bartender, pour our drinks; Código, do a shot You think you're tall and bulletproof Until somebody says you're not You step outside thinkin' you're gonna show 'em you are And that's what happens in every little honky tonk bar
Friday night, it's a given We'll be L-I-V-N, livin' We'll dance on the bar 'til we're sleeping it off in the car Monday morning, it's a given We'll be D-R-A-G-N, draggin' And that's what happens in every little honky tonk bar Yeah, that's what happens in every little honky tonk bar
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