Honky Tonk Stomp

Telly Man, standing on a band stand, grand standing
Bending and banging them strings
Eye-candy shaking on the dance floor
Saying, "Play me one more", making a scene

Cowboy camped on a bar stool
Shooting double whiskey with a longneck back
And Billy with a pool cue, staring down an eight ball
Looking at Kelly with a rack

Out in the country, back roads and one-horse towns
We saw fiddles, play our guitars loud
We talk the talk, and walk the walk
To the Honky Tonk Stomp

Yeah, pickups in the parking lot
Rocking like a jukebox, jumping in the July air
Cooler in the tool box, drinking every last drop
Won't let you take it in there

Whiskey high, two dudes stumbling out the back door
Bouncers help 'em take it outside
Through the fussing and the cussing and the shoving and the pushing
Well, there really ain't much of a fight

Out in the country, back roads and one-horse towns
We saw fiddles, play our guitars loud
We talk the talk, and walk the walk
To the Honky Tonk Stomp

Out in the country, back roads and one-horse towns
We saw fiddles, play our guitars loud
We talk the talk, and walk the walk
To the Honky Tonk Stomp