Johnny Horton - Honky tonk hardwood floor

^AThe fiddles are squeekin', the guitars are speakin' And the pi-^Dano plays a jelly-^Aroll ^AThe man on the drum is far from dumb And the ^Bbassman he plays from his ^Esoul ^AThe tables are quakin' and yer nerves are shakin' But you ^Dkeep on beggin' for m^Aore You keep a ^Dhavin' yer ^Adimfun, you lucky ^Ason of a ^F#mgun On a ^Bhonky tonk ^Ehardwood ^Afloor

^DOn a honkytonk hardwood floor ^AOn a honky tonk hardwood floor You keep a-^Dhavin' yer ^Adimfun, you lucky ^Ason of a ^F#mgun On a ^Bhonky tonk ^Ehard wood ^Afloor

^AThere's a waitress handy and she don't sell candy And she ^Ddon't sell soda-^Apop ^AThere's a fat bartender who's there to serve you, If you ^Breally wanna blow your ^Etop ^AIf you got no money then there's a little honey, She's the ^Dgal that you a-^Adore You keep a ^Dhavin' yer ^Adimfun, you lucky ^Ason of a ^F#mgun On a ^Bhonky tonk ^Ehardwood ^Afloor

^AYour payday's Saturday, you're broke on Sunday, On ^DMonday you're feelin' ^Asore ^AYou got two black eyes that you picked up From a ^Blittle guy the night be-^Efore So you ^Aswear off the drinkin' but when you get to thinkin' ‘bout the ^Dgood times you had, ga-^Alore You keep a ^Dhavin' yer ^Adimfun, you lucky ^Ason of a ^F#mgun On a ^Bhonky tonk ^Ehardwood ^Afloor