If everything that goes on in this place was ever known
Well I hope I'm in Alaska just a little southeast of Nome
Cause the one I love would snap my neck just like a piece of chalk
If the walls in this old Honky Tonk ever learned to talk
They're watching me cheat on you
They hear everything I say they see everything I do
You could bury me beneath these hardwood floors where losers walk
If the walls in this old Honky Tonk ever learned to talk
They know every time I've called and said I'm working late
They know enough to turn my baby's love right into hate
It scares me half to death to think how gone my baby'd be
If the walls in this old Honky Tonk could ever tell on me
They're watching me cheat on you
They hear everything I say they see everything I do
You could bury me beneath these hardwood floors where losers walk
If the walls in this old Honky Tonk ever learned to talk
If the walls in this old Honky Tonk ever learned to talk