Honky Tonk Music

(الألبوم: A Man Must Carry On - 1977)

Every night I play the places
Neon lights and smiling faces
People laugh and talk away the evenings while I play
Ask myself, "Why do I do it?"
Guess there must be something to it
Getting' paid for doing something I'd be doing anyway

And I'm just playing that honky tonk music
That's the kind I like to play
Just playing that honky tonk music
That's the kind I like to play

Wish that I could have a dollar
For every drunk that I've heard holler
Every barroom brawler I've seen
Just sleeping off his fight
And all the stories I've been told
Guess I'd have me a pot of gold
Even if half the stories told
Had turned out to be right

Seen a lot of women lied to
And sometimes I've even tried to
When the night is getting late
And the ladies look so good
I've been in bars I didn't care for
I asked myself "What was it there for?"
All in all I wouldn't changes things
Even if I could