The fiddles are squeekin', the guitars are speakin'
And the pi-ano 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 a-dore
You keep a havin' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
Chorus
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 be-fore
So you swear off the drinkin' but when you get to thinkin'
?bout the good times you had, ga-lore
You keep a havin' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
Chorus