HONKY TONK HARDWOOD FLOOR
(Hazlewood - Harrell - Atchinson)
JOHNNY HORTON (Columbia 41110, 1958)

The fiddles are squeekin', the guitars are speakin'
And 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 are quakin' and yer nerves are shakin'
But you keep on beggin' for more
You keep a-havin' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
On a honkytonk hardwood floor, on a honky tonk hardwood floor
You keep a-havin' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun
On a honky tonk hard wood floor

There's a waitress handy and she don't sell candy
And she don't sell soda-pop
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 the gal that you adore
So keep a-havin' yer 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
So keep a-havin' yer 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 the drinkin' but when you get to thinkin'
‘Bout the good times you had, galore
You keep a-havin' yer 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' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun
On a honky tonk hardwood floor