Every Little Honky Tonk Bar

(album: Honky Tonk Time Machine - 2019)

Whiskey is the gasoline that lights the fire that burns the bridge
Ice creates the water that's no longer running under it
Stool holds the fool that pours the whiskey on his broken heart
The cigarettes create the smoke that hides the lonesome in his eye
The jukebox plays Hank, "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry"
The dance floor holds the folks trying to forget who they are
And that's what happens in every little honky tonk bar

Friday night, it's a given
I'll be L-I-V-N, living
We'll dance on the bar 'til we're sleeping it off in the car
Monday morning, it's a given
I'll be D-R-A-G-N, dragging
And that's what happens in every little honky tonk bar

Neon lights flashing bright 'til you're almost hypnotized
Waitress, short skirt, gets hit on by every guy
Coming and going, always rolling with the flow
Bartender pouring drinks, Código do a shot
You think you're tall and bulletproof until somebody says you're not
You step outside thinking you're gonna show 'em you are
And that's what happens in every little honky tonk bar

Friday night, it's a given
We'll be L-I-V-N, living
We'll dance on the bar 'til we're sleeping it off in the car
Monday morning, it's a given
We'll be D-R-A-G-N, dragging
And that's what happens in every little honky tonk bar
Yeah that's what happens in every little honky tonk bar

Whiskey is the gasoline that lights the fire that burns the bridge