Lyrics

The fiddles are squeekin' the guitars are speakin’,
The piano plays a jelly-roll.
The man on the drum is far from dumb,
And the bassman he plays from his soul.
The tables're shakin' and your nerves are quakin’,
But you keep on beggin' for more.
You keep a havin' your fun,
You lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor.
On a honky tonk hardwood floor,
On a honky tonk hardwood floor.
You keep a havin' your fun, you lucky son of a gun,
On a honky tonk hardwood floor.

(Lead Guitar & Piano Instrumental)

There's a waitress handy,
And she don't sell candy,
And she don't sell sodY pop.
There's a fat bartender who's there to serve you,
If you really wanna blow your top.
If you got no money then there's a little honey,
The gal that you adore.
You keep a havin' your fun,
You lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor.
On a honky tonk hardwood floor,
On a honky tonk hardwood floor.
You keep a havin' your fun, you lucky son of a gun,
On a honky tonk hardwood floor.

(Steel Guitar & Fiddle Instrumental)

Your payday's Saturday,
You're broke on Sunday.
Come Monday you're feelin' sore.
You got two black eyes when you picked in a fight,
From a little guy the night before.
So you swear off to drinkin’,
But then you get to thinkin’,
Bout the good times you had oh Lord.
So keep a havin' your fun,
You lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor.
On a honky tonk hardwood floor,
On a honky tonk hardwood floor.
You keep a havin' your fun, you lucky son of a gun,
On a honky tonk hardwood floor.