Tracy Byrd - Honky tonk dancing machine

I could ^Ctell she was a hot rod when she walked in all alone Made a ^Fpit stop at the front bar, in a puff of smoke was gone I ^Gfollowed her smell of perfume, cause she was too far out of sight ^CTried to catch up but the ^Fgirl was running one ^Ghell of a race ^Ctonight

She's a ^Creal low maintenance, country music beat driven, Honky-tonk ^Bbdancin' ^Gmachine, ^GAll it takes to keep her tuned up is boots and ^BbWrangler ^Cjeans, She ^Cscoots about fifty times around the floor on one shot ^Bbof Jim ^FBeam She's a ^Greal low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin' ^Cmachine

^CThere's a guy on every corner, watching her make the bend ^FHoping he'll be the next one to take her for a spin ^GShe's not the kind that can be hot wired with money or romance Got a ^Cbody for ^Fpleasure, but ^Gall she wants to do is ^Cdance

She's a ^Creal low maintenance, country music beat driven, Honky-tonk ^Bbdancin' ^Gmachine, ^GAll it takes to keep her tuned up is boots and ^BbWrangler ^Cjeans, She ^Cscoots about fifty times around the floor on one shot ^Bbof Jim ^FBeam She's a ^Greal low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin' ^Cmachine

She ^Cscoots about fifty times around the floor on one shot ^Bbof Jim ^FBeam She's a ^Greal low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin' ^Cmachine She's a^G real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin' ^Cmachine ^{F G C}