Текст (слова) песни: 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 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 [ guitar ] 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... [ piano ] Your payday`s Saturday you`re broke on Sunday come 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 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...
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