Lyrics Johnny Horton – Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor

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

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

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

Your payday’s Saturday you’re broke on Sunday
On Monday you’re feelin’ saur
You got big black eyes that you pick up
From little from a little guy the night before
So you swear off to drinkin’ but when you get to thinkin’
‘Bout the good times you had, oh Lord

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