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The Lucky Tomblin Band
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Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor
Lyricist:Tex Atchison, Scotty Harell, Eddy Hazelwood
The fiddles are squeekin', the guitars are speakin' The piano plays a jelly-roll The man on the drums is far from dumb And the bass man he plays from his soul
The tables are quakin' and your nerves are shakin' But you keep on beggin' for more You keep 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 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 gal that you adore So keep havin' your fun, you lucky son of a gun On a honky tonk hardwood floor
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Your payday's Saturday you're broke on Sunday On Monday you're feelin' sore You got two black eyes that you picked up From a little guy the night before
So you swear off a drinkin' but when you get to thinkin' 'Bout the good times you had, oh Lord You keep 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 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 havin' your fun, you lucky son of a gun On a honky tonk hardwood floor
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