he 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 [ guitar ] 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... [ piano ] Your payday's Saturday you're broke on Sunday come Monday you're feelin' saur 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 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...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
