Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor

	  		A                                                            
The fiddles are squeekin', the guitars are speakin'  
           D                 A 
And the pi-ano plays a jelly-roll 
A                                         
The man on the drum is far from dumb  
        B                         E 
And the bassman he plays from his soul 
A                                                      
The tables are quakin' and yer nerves are shakin'  
        D                    A 
But you keep on beggin' for more 
           D          Adim           A        F#m  
You keep a havin' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun  
     B          E        A 
On a honky tonk hardwood floor 

 
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On a honkytonk hardwood floor 
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On a honky tonk hardwood floor 
           D          Adim           A        F#m  
You keep a-havin' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun 
     B          E         A 
On a honky tonk hard wood floor 


Solo:

A                                                            
There's a waitress handy and she don't sell candy  
        D               A 
And she don't sell soda-pop 
A                                                            
There's a fat bartender who's there to serve you,  
       B                      E 
If you really wanna blow your top 
A                                                            
If you got no money then there's a little honey,  
          D              A 
She's the gal that you a-dore 
           D          Adim           A        F#m  
You keep a havin' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun  
     B          E        A 
On a honky tonk hardwood floor 

Chorus 

A                                                            
Your payday's Saturday, you're broke on Sunday,  
   D                     A 
On Monday you're feelin' sore 
A                                                            
You got two black eyes that you picked up 
       B                       E 
From a little guy the night be-fore 
       A                                                            
So you swear off the drinkin' but when you get to thinkin'  
           D                      A 
 ’bout the good times you had, ga-lore 
           D          Adim           A        F#m  
You keep a havin' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun  
     B          E        A 
On a honky tonk hardwood floor 

Chorus