Bar, Guitar and a Honky Tonk Crowd - Whiskey Myers

Embers floating on a south bound breeze Somewhere between heaven and tall pine trees Heartland I'm missing you, Guitar banging through the night I'm feeling pretty good, yeah, I'm feeling alright But good is one for the price of two Been a long time gone, if the truth be told Since I've seen my home Hey, Curtis Loew, come save my soul With a bar, guitar, and a honky-tonk crowd Buy me a ticket, Lord, put me on a train Don't matter how I get there, I'd even walk through the rain Southland, I'm missing you When the sky is high and the moon is low I'll find some country tunes playing on the radio And I know I'm there Lord, I'll know I'm there Been a long time gone, if the truth be told Since I've seen my home Hey, Curtis Loew, come on save my soul With a bar, guitar, and a honky-tonk crowd It's been a long time gone, if the truth be told Since I've seen my home Hey, Curtis Loew, come save my soul With a bar, guitar, and a honky-tonk crowd With a bar, guitar, and a honky-tonk crowd With a bar, guitar, and a honky-tonk crowd

If your paycheck depends on the weather and the clock If your conversation calls for a little more than a coffee pot If you need to pour your heart out and try to rectify some Situation that you're facin' Contact your American honky-tonk bar association When Uncle Sam dips in your pocket for most things you don't mind But when your dollar goes to all of those standing in a welfare line Rejoice you have a voice if you're concerned about the destination Of this great nation It's called the American American honky-tonk bar association It represents the hard hat, gun rack, achin' back, overtaxed, Flag wavin', fun lovin' crowd Their heart is in the music, and they love to play it a-loud There's no forms or no applications, no red tape administrations It's the American American honky-tonk bar association We're all one big family throughout the cities and the towns We don't reach for handouts, we reach for those who are down And every local chapter has a seven day a week available consultation For your frustration It's called the American American honky-tonk bar association They represent the mud-flap, six-pack, bear-crack, overtaxed, Flag wavin', fun lovin' crowd Their heart is in the music, and they love to play it a-loud There's no forms or no applications, no red tape administrations It's the American American honky-tonk bar association Go join your American American honky-tonk bar association Do not delay, contact today Your A.H.B.A., Your A.H.B.A.

There may no be a Superbowl in 2083 Cars and trains and video games will all be history The world just keeps on changing, Things come and then they go Nothing lasts forever except one thing I know. There'll always be a honky tonk With a jukebox in the corner And someone crying in their beer And one old hanger-oner And a lady looking lonely From a losing love affair Yeah. there'll always be a honky tonk somewhere. Yeah, there'll always be a honky tonk somewhere. There may be factories on the moon And farming out in space It seems there's nothing here on earth That something won't replace But as long as there's a broken heart There'll be a place to go Where good ole boys meet good ole girls And the wine and music flow. There'll always be a honky tonk With a jukebox in the corner And someone crying in their beer And one old hanger-oner And a lady looking lonely From a losing love affair Yeah, there'll always be a honky tonk somewhere. Yeah, there'll always be a honky tonk somewhere. There'll always be a honky tonk With a jukebox in the corner And someone crying in their beer And one old hanger-oner And a lady looking lonely From a losing love affair Yeah, there'll always be a honky tonk somewhere. Yeah, there'll always be a honky tonk somewhere...

Cotton flannel on a front porch swing Leather jacket and some tight blue jeans Don't get me started on the things I think When you're wearing nothing but them soft white sheets, yeah Listen, baby, you can put on anything What drives me crazy Is seeing you in a honky-tonk The way you're slipping that neon on Girl, there ain't a look you can't pull off But nothing turns me on Like you in a honky-tonk Smoke rings, glowing greens and reds They hug your body like a long black dress It's tailor made for your silhouette Ooh, nothing steals my breath Like seeing you in a honky-tonk The way you're slipping that neon on Girl, there ain't a look you can't pull off But nothing turns me on Like you in a honky-tonk Sipping and swaying and singing Girl, all I'm saying is it fits you like a glove Listen, baby, you can put on anything But I just go crazy Seeing you in a honky-tonk The way you're slipping that neon on Girl, there ain't a look you can't pull off Nothing turns me on Like you in a honky-tonk The way you're slipping that neon on Nah, there ain't a look you can't pull off But nothing turns me on Like you in a honky-tonk Ah, in a honky-tonk In a honky-tonk

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