Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor — текст песни (Johnny Horton)

The 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...