Down To The Honkytonk - Jake Owen

(Toby Keith) My grandmother owned a night club on the Arkansas-Oklahoma line. Momma put me on a Greyhound an' I went to stay with her in the summertime. I'd box up those empty long-necks and stack 'em in the back and bake a ham. Then at night she'd let me sneak out of the kitchen and sit in with the band. Yes, I have sacked some quarterbacks An' broke my share of bones along the way. I knew it wouldn't last forever; semi-pro always means semi-payed. I started climbin' drillin' rigs: I'm oil field trash and proud as I can be, yeah. Then I took my songs an' guitar an' sang 'em for a man from Tennessee. I've played every beer joint tavern from New York City out to Pasadena. Every corn-dog fair and rodeo an' sold out every basketball arena. Like to get down with my boys in Afghanistan and Baghdad City too. I am a red, white and blue blood graduate of Honkytonk U. A star can't burn forever an' the brightest ones will someday lose their shine. But the glass won't ever be half-empty in my optimistic mind. I'll still have a song to sing an' a band to turn it up and play it loud. As long as there's a bar room with a corner stage and a honky tonk crowd. I've played every beer joint tavern from New York City out to Pasadena. Every corn-dog fair and rodeo an' sold out every basketball arena. I like to get down with my boys in Afghanistan and Baghdad City too. Son, I'm a red, white and blue blood graduate of Honkytonk U. That's right: a red, white and blue blood graduate of Honkytonk U.

I'm gonna take you down to the market, lover 'Cause that's where the trouble starts You gotta get it into your heart There are people out there to make you feel bad But don't you listen, baby Don't you listen 'Cause I know you feel that way But I'm getting so tired Of people always crossing my wires Life's just far too short For miscommunication I'm gonna take her down to the market today 'Cause that's where the trouble starts You don't want nobody else There are people out there to make you feel good But don't you listen, baby Don't you listen 'Cause you know they want it all But I'm getting so tired Of people always crossing my wires Life's just far too short For miscommunication Oh, I'm getting so tired Of people always crossing my wires Life's just far too short For miscommunication Communication Communication

Betty always knows Betty always tells She's laughing desperately She said it felt like a river inside her bones When she went down to the well I'm gonna be with her She's gonna take me there Lead me by my hand Her body a rocking chair for my soul When we go down to the well I can hardly wait, baby I can hardly wait 'Til we go down to the well Been thinking to myself And if a love ain't long What matter does it make If there'll be favorite songs playing in my head When we go down to the well I can hardly wait, Betty I can hardly wait 'Til we go down to the well Down to the well Down to the well

1972 Daddy drove in over, it was sky blue He worked at a record store after school Call it sympathy for the vinyl () 1972 Turntable in the basement, Major Cool A hippie girl, couple cold beers split in two You got your own rock n roll revival Girl you know they didn't ride So come over tonight () I'm gonna rock you like Zeppelin, roll you like the stones Burr like them speakers in my old headphones Gonna fly like an eagle when I drop a needle on the blues I'm gonna get the metal piece down from the attic With a pop and a hiss and a little bit of static We'll return like a villain on some Dylan while we're killin some booze We're gonna kick it like the kids did in 1972 () So will it just be me and you? Playing air drums with The Who's Keith Moon You know them good ones always die too soon Like Jimmy, Jim and Joplin Yea, kickin back, cutting loose Sippin on Jack, that's what we do It don't matter baby girl cus in a few You're gonna hear heaven a knockin Look out! I'm gonna rock you like Zeppelin, roll you like the stones Burr like them speakers in my old headphones Gonna fly like an eagle when I drop a needle on the blues I'm gonna get the metal piece down from the attic With a pop and a hiss and a little bit of static We'll return like a villain on some Dylan while we're killin some booze Well let's kick it like the kids did in 1972 Yea, we're gonna kick it like the kids did in 1972

City of angels, city of stars Well, she shine brightest on that stone boulevard She introduced me to Jackson Brown Convertible rode me all over that town Oh, my LAX She always carried a Polaroid camera She always had that cold act glamour Well, she moved out there to chase her dream To be an actress on that silver screen Oh, my LAX Well, dear seventies ---- Please hold tight to my California honey Make her famous with lots of money And tell her I wish her all the best Oh, my LAX Night trampoline and marijuana I close my eyes and I can smell it on her Bored in a plan back to Tennessee I wonder if she's ever gonna think about me Well, dear palm trees and palm readers Tattoo artist and make believers Please tell her next time you see her That I sure wish her all the best Oh, my LAX Oh, my LAX