A
The fiddles are squeekin', the guitars are speakin'
D A
And the pi-ano plays a jelly-roll
A
The man on the drum is far from dumb
B E
And the bassman he plays from his soul
A
The tables are quakin' and yer nerves are shakin'
D A
But you keep on beggin' for more
D Adim A F#m
You keep a havin' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun
B E A
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
D
On a honkytonk hardwood floor
A
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
D Adim A F#m
You keep a-havin' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun
B E A
On a honky tonk hard wood floor
Solo:
A
There's a waitress handy and she don't sell candy
D A
And she don't sell soda-pop
A
There's a fat bartender who's there to serve you,
B E
If you really wanna blow your top
A
If you got no money then there's a little honey,
D A
She's the gal that you a-dore
D Adim A F#m
You keep a havin' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun
B E A
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
Chorus
A
Your payday's Saturday, you're broke on Sunday,
D A
On Monday you're feelin' sore
A
You got two black eyes that you picked up
B E
From a little guy the night be-fore
A
So you swear off the drinkin' but when you get to thinkin'
D A
’bout the good times you had, ga-lore
D Adim A F#m
You keep a havin' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun
B E A
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
Chorus