the
(T) 3rd fret of the first string)
(d = down stroke, u = up stroke, "-" = play chords in quick succession)
Well the day it ends when the sun comes up,
Starts when the sun goes down.
Out on the back roads and on the back streets,
Of every farm and factory town.
There in the world of weekly wage. There's always a place out there.
And the names and the faces are the same everywhere.
Well the room is full it's a Friday night
We all want to hear "Louey-Louey".
Been a long hard day and a long hard life,
And this is how we make it through it.
It's a blue-collar place, A red-blooded crowd,
Tonight everythings all right, In Honky-tonk America.
There's a flashing sign on rain soaked street,
That lights up just about dark.
A welcome beacon on life's highway,
When your weary and when you've lost heart.
Never say it's loneliness, It's only the drinks and the pain.
But something brings us back here again and again.
Well the room is full it's a Friday night
We all want to hear "Proud Mary".
Been a long hard day and a long hard life,
We all have our crosses to carry.
It's a blue-collar place, A red-blooded crowd,
Tonight everythings all right, In Honky-tonk America.
We'll talk about freedom alright,
But maybe some other time. Tonight everybodys feelin' fine.
Well the room is full it's a Friday night
We all want to hear "Wooley-Bully".
Been a long hard day and a long hard life,
Monday morning we'll all do our duty.
It's a blue-collar place, A red-blooded crowd,
Tonight everythings all right,
In Honky-tonk America, Honky-tonk America, Honky-tonk America.
(repeat intro. and end)