Burn Another Honky Tonk Down

I work on the mountain cuttin' the timber

I work till my fingers are sore

Cutting the timber, goes through the saw mill

To build another honky tonk bar.

While down in the valley she's spendin' my money

Havin' herself quit a ball

Spending my money I earn at the sawmill

To build another honky tonk bar.

Early each mornin' I'm back on that mountain

Wishin' her lies were the truth

Cutting the tiber that goes through the sawmil

To build another honky tonk bar.

But tonights all over

I'm through cuttin' the timber

I know right where she''ll be found

I look through the window

And if she's still in there

I'm gonna burn a honky tonk down.

Yes tonights all over

I'm through cuttin' the timber

I know right where she''ll be found

I'll look through the window

And if she's still in there

I'm gonna burn another honky tonk down.

I'll look through the window

And if she's still in there

I'm gonna burn another honky tonk down...