Honky Tonk Jukebox

Riding down Spur road 55, F-250 on fire,

Pack of smokes, night’s my attire.

Rubber burning, engine’s roar,

55 mile, I’m craving more.

Snake-skin boots, blue jeans tight,

Black cowboy hat, neon lights.

She’s got blonde hair, green eyes gleam,

Dancing close, living the dream.

Floor’s smoke-filled, the crowd’s alive,

Someone’s jealous, watching my drive.

No fight tonight, I’ll walk away,

But I won’t leave on my own today.

Honky Tonk's playing my song,

Heartbeat racing all night long.

Blue jeans, boots, and that cowboy hat,

She’s lining dance, imagine that.

Stole a kiss, under that smoky glow,

F-250, got to go.

Music’s loud, spirits high,

Tonight’s for love, listening to the honky Tonk jukebox..

Stars above, engine’s hum,

Footsteps quick, someone’s glum.

But I’m here to stay, to dance and play,

The jukebox will obey,on time no delay

Drive fast, live free, and set me free,

In this honky tonk, just you and me.

Outside if there’s light,we won’t care

We’ll dance through it until it’s gone again.