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Johnny Horton
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Honky-Tonk Hardwood Floor
Lyricist:Tex Atchison, Scotty Harell, Eddy Hazelwood
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 bass man 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 She's a thing that you adore Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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
Your payday's Saturday you're broke on Sunday Come Monday you're feelin' sour 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 good times 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 On a honky tonk hardwood floor You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun On a honky tonk hardwood floor
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