Welcome To The Honky Tonk

The neon sign is flashing.

“We’re open noon ’til late”

The drink it don’t stop flowing.

So gather up your mates.

 
The air is thick and hazy.

You know the girls are cute.

Stetson’s, shirts, and Levi’s.

A whole lotta cash to lose.

 
So welcome to the honky tonk.

‘Bout time we had you back.

Welcome to our one stop town.

Just kick back and relax.

If God gave us one thing.

It’s our American Saturday nights.

So welcome to the honky tonk.

A little piece of southern life.

 
Pool table in the corner.

Gun rack behind the bar.

Some old gal smoking Pall Malls.

Just like every night before.

 
Chicks dancing on the tables.

Willie Nelson on the box.

Cowboys singing sad old songs.

Sipping whiskey on the rocks.

 
So welcome to the honky tonk.

I knew you’d be back soon.

Welcome to the crazy town.

We’ll go howling at the moon.

If God gave us one thing.

It’s our American Saturday nights.

So welcome to the honky tonk.

A little piece of southern life.

 
Outside the air is balmy.

Inside the smoke is thick.

Let’s take a walk down by the lake.

And go swimming for a bit.

 
Take my hand and listen.

To the buzzing fireflies.

Watch them glowing on the water.

Like the swirling northern lights.

 
So it’s howdy from the honky tonk.

We’ll see you again next week.

This crazy town’ll miss you.

But we’ll sure save you a seat.

If we’ve got one thing to thank God for.

It’s our American Saturday nights.

So good evening from the honky  tonk.

Our little piece of southern life.

 

© 2013 Nick Burgin