Ha ha… Good night, y’all —
Man, I love those guys.
It’s 6 AM, I’m more hungover than a turnip cake,
Just woke up from the best night of my life.
Last night at the bar with a couple good buddies,
We got nice and cozy till our cheeks turned rosy.
Not a thought swept across the deserts of our minds,
Yeah, we laughed and we drank till we emptied that gold mine.
Oh, how we love that small-town honkytonk,
Wishin’ for it again all day long —
Just to wake back up and do it the same.
We miss that good ol’ clerk,
When we drag ourselves to work,
Pressin’ them keys till our fingers quit and won’t work.
Line after line, page after page,
Grindin’ away, stuck in a cage…
But something just don’t feel quite right —
Yeah, that’s right,
Something just don’t feel quite right.
We clock out and start that drive back home,
Through the dusky dark, cold and alone —
But there’s one bright ol’ light we know,
It flashes every time we go,
It’s that same ol’ honkytonk.
Oh, that same ol’ honkytonk.
We got nice and cozy till our cheeks turned rosy,
Not a thought swept across the deserts of our minds.
Yeah, we laughed and we drank till we emptied that gold mine.
Oh, how we love that small-town honkytonk,
Wishin’ for it again all day long —
Just to wake back up and do it the same.
We miss that good ol’ clerk,
When we drag ourselves to work,
Pressin’ them keys till our fingers quit and won’t work.
Line after line, page after page,
Grindin’ away, stuck in a cage…
But something just don’t feel quite right —
Yeah, that’s right,
Something just don’t feel quite right.
Oh, that same ol’ honkytonk.
Oh, that same ol’ honkytonk.
YEEHAW!
Oh, that same ol’ honkytonk!
Clay_Adams
