Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor - Johnny Horton

The fiddles’re squeekin' the guitars’re speakin'

The piano plays a jelly-roll

The man on the drum is far 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

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

The girl 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…

Your payday’s Saturday

You’re broke on Sunday

Come Monday you’re feelin' sore

You got big black eyes that you pick up in a fight

From a little guy the night before

So you swear off to drinkin'

But then 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…