Well, I think I'm in Kansas, maybe Missouri. The truth is I really ain't sure.
But I've been in this van going on fifteen hours. My back and my butt, God they hurt.
There's a sign up ahead, flashing in red. From Nashville, appearing tonight.
It's always the same, they misspell my name. Still I love the honky-tonk life.
Hey Soir, grab the guitars, and I'll get the speakers. Could somebody plug in my amp.
If we hurry they'll feed us, before we go on and I'll work it out with the man.
Sometimes the beer's free and sometimes it's half price and sometimes there's no beer at all.
But me and the boys'll be making some noise either way 'til they give that last call.
The guys will be drinkin', the girls will be dan-cing, dancing up there on the bar.
This joint's got an atmosphere: blue collar, cold beer, decidedly come as you are.
I could quit all this road stuff, go back to my real job and put in a straight nine to five
But I love the neon and I love the people and I love the honky-tonk life.
I got a wink from a barmaid straight out of a magazine. Man, that girl's breaking my heart