The fiddles are squeekin', the guitars are speakin'
The piano plays a jelly-roll
The man on the drums is far from dumb
And the bass man he plays from his soul
The tables are quakin' and your nerves are shakin'
But you keep on beggin' for more
You keep 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 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 gal that you adore
So keep 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 havin' your fun, you lucky son of a gun
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
Your payday's Saturday you're broke on Sunday
On Monday you're feelin' sore
You got two black eyes that you picked up
From a little guy the night before
So you swear off a drinkin' but when you get to thinkin'
'Bout the good times you had, oh Lord
You keep 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 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 havin' your fun, you lucky son of a gun
On a honky tonk hardwood floor

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