Текст песни Johnny Horton - Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor
Johnny Horton - Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor слова песни
The fiddles`re squeekin` the guitars`re speakin` the piano plays a jelly-rollThe man on the drum is out from dumb and the bassman he plays from his soulThe tables`re quakin` and your nerves`re shakin` but you keep on beggin` for moreYou keep a havin` your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floorOn a honky tonk hardwood floor on a honky tonk hardwood floorYou 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 popAnd there`s a fat bartender who`s there to serve you if you really wanna blow your topIf you got no money then there`s a little honey she`s a thing that you adoreYou keep a havin` your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floorOn a honky tonk hardwood floor...[ piano ]Your payday`s Saturday you`re broke on Sunday come Monday you`re feelin` saurYou got big black eyes that you pick up from little from a little guy the night beforeSo you swear off off to drinkin` but when you get to thinkin`Bout the goodtimes you had oh LordSo keep a havin` your fun you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floorOn a honky tonk hardwood floor...