Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor

(Tex Atchinson - Eddie Hazlewood - Harrell)

The fiddles're squeekin', the guitars're speakin'

the piano plays a jelly-roll

The man on the drum is out from dumb

And the bassman he plays from his soul.

The tables're quakin' and your nerves're shakin'

But you keep on beggin' for more

You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun

On a honky tonk hardwood floor.

On a honky tonk hardwood floor

On a honky tonk hardwood floor

You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun

On a honky tonk hardwood floor.

--- Instrumental ---

There's a waitress handy and she don't sell candy

And she don't sell soda pop

And 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 a thing that you adore

You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun

On a honky tonk hardwood floor.

On a honky tonk hardwood floor

On a honky tonk hardwood floor

You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun

On a honky tonk hardwood floor.

--- Instrumental ---

Your payday's Saturday you're broke on Sunday

Come Monday you're feelin' sour

You got big black eyes that you pick up from a little guy

The night before.

So you swear off off to drinkin' but when you get to thinkin'

'Bout the goodtimes you had, oh Lord

So keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun

On a honky tonk hardwood floor.

On a honky tonk hardwood floor

On a honky tonk hardwood floor

You keep a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun

On a honky tonk hardwood floor...