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| HONKY TONK MAN |
| Well, I'm a honky tonk man and I can't seem to stop.
I love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old juke box. When my money's all gone, I'm on the telephone, Singing: "Hey, hey, Mama, can your Daddy come home?" Well, now I'm living wild and dangerously, But I've got plenty of company. When the moon comes up and the sun goes down, Well, I can't wait to see the lights of town. 'Cause I'm a honky tonk man and I can't seem to stop. I love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old juke box. When my money's all gone, I'm on the telephone, Singing: "Hey, hey, Mama, can your Daddy come home?" Well, I'm a honky tonk man and I can't seem to stop. I love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old juke box. When my money's all gone, I'm on the telephone, Singing: "Hey, hey, Mama, can your Daddy come home?" Hey now, a pretty little girl and a jug of wine, Well, that's what it takes to make a honky tonk time. The juke box moaning those honky tonk sounds, I can't wait to lay my money down. 'Cause I'm a honky tonk man and I can't seem to stop. I love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old juke box. When my money's all gone, I'm on the telephone, Singing: "Hey, hey, Mama, can your Daddy come home?" 'Cause I'm a honky tonk man and I can't seem to stop. I love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old juke box. When my money's all gone, I'm on the telephone, Singing: "Hey, hey, Mama, can your Daddy come home?" |
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| Johnny Horton |
