You Ought To Try It Sometime

(álbum: Final Touches - 1993)

I want a honky-tonk girl,
I want a honky-tonk song
I'd like to pull my saddle off
And send my pony home.

I've got fast cars, fast planes
Fast trains everything
Never gets me there on time
You've got the bossman
Tax man screwing up my game plan
Messing with my mind.

You've got a bad moods, attitude
Every day can take a few
Good years off of my mind
But I put them back on
When the band kicks off
Every Saturday night.

I get a honky-tonk girl
And a honky-tonk song
Then I pull my saddle off
And send my pony home.

We're gonna dance all night
In and out of that line
With a rocking beat
To get you on your feet
You ought to try it sometime.

Well, talk to me big wheel
Can you tell me what's the deal
Won't you let a poor boy slide
Back dent, pay the rent
Got to send them every cent
But I'm gonna survive.

With a honky-tonk girl
And a honky-tonk song
Then I pull my saddle off
And send my pony home.

We're gonna dance all night
In and out of that line
With a rocking beat
To get you on your feet
You ought to try it sometime.

I get a honky-tonk girl
And a honky-tonk song
Then I pull my saddle off
And send my pony home...