The fiddles are squeakin'
The guitars are speakin'
The piano plays a jelly-roll
The man on the drum is out from dumb
And the bassman, he plays from his soul
The tables are quakin'
And your nerves are shakin'
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

There's a waitress handy
And she don't sell candy
And she don't sell soda pop
And there's a fat bartender
Who's there to serve you
If you really want to blow your top
If you got no money then there's a little honey
She's a thing that you adore
So 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

Your payday's Saturday
You're broke on Sunday
On Monday, you're feelin' sore
You got two black eyes that you pick up
From a little guy the night before
So you swear off to drinkin'
But when you get to thinkin'
'Bout the good times you had, oh Lord
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