Honky Tonk
Your honky tonk don't cut it no more
all this misery you put me through
your whiskey breath, your cheatin ways
a cowboy gone astray, too many chances
& still you don't see
so get ya boots on honey & be sure to close the door
lovin you is over
your bad boy days & wicked ways don't win me
you wear the devils grin, full of evil sin
what used to be a man, now stands before me a drunken fool
full of sorrow your all washed up
your stumblin words can't save you now
so turn up the juke box baby
this love has played it's last tune...
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