I met a gin-soaked barroom queen in Memphis, She tried to take me upstairs for a ride. She had to heave me right across her shoulder, Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind. It's the honky tonk women, That gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. I laid a divorcee in New York City, I had to put up some kind of a fight. The lady, then she covered me in roses, She blew my nose and then she blew my mind. It's the honky tonk women, That gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.

I met a gin soaked, bar room queen in Memphis He tried to take me upstairs for a ride He had to heave me right across his shoulder 'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind I'm the honky tonk woman Gimme, gimme, gimme a honky tonk man I laid a V.I.P. in New York City I had to put up some kind of a fight The lady then she covered me with roses He blew my nose and then he blew my mind I'm a honky tonk woman Gimme, gimme, gimme a honky tonk man (Yeah) I'm a honky tonk woman Gimme, gimme, gimme a honky tonk man (Yeah) I'm a honky tonk woman Gimme, gimme, gimme a honky tonk man

Well in North Carolina, way back in the hills Me and my old pappy had a hand in a still We brewed white lightnin' 'til the sun went down Then he'd fill him a jug and he'd pass it around Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' Chorus: Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, But my pappy kept a-cookin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' --- Instrumental --- Well I asked my old pappy why he called his brew White lightnin' 'stead of mountain dew I took a little sip and right away I knew As my eyes bugged out and my face turned blue Lightnin' started flashin' and thunder started crashin' Shhhoooh . . . white lightnin' Chorus: Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, But my pappy kept a-cookin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' --- Instrumental --- Well a city slicker came and he said "I'm tough" I think I wanna taste that powerful stuff He took one g-g-glug and drank it right down And I heard him a moaning as he hit the ground Mighty, mighty pleasin, pappy's corn squeezin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin' Chorus: Well the "G" men, "T" men, revenuers, too Searchin' for the place where he made his brew They were looking, tryin to book him, But my pappy kept a-cookin' Whshhhoooh . . . white lightnin'...

I like Charlie Daniels and I love big John Cash And I think Waylon "Woktosha" Jennings Is a table thumpin' smash Playin' with Marshall Tucker Band Was as good as smokin' grass But if you don't like Hank Williams You can kiss our ass Cause I think what they done Is well worth doin' And their doin' it the Best way that they can Oh you're the only one That you are screwin' When you put down what You don't understand I love all them Allman Brothers, Merle Haggard, and George Jones Shotgun Willie Nelson and them Rockin' rollin' Stones Everything the Eagles do And I'm in love with Linda Rondstat Anybody that don't like Hank Williams You can kiss our ass Cause I think what they done Is well worth doin' And their doin' it the Best way that they can Oh you're the only one That you are screwin' When you put down what You don't understand I ain't sayin' that he was The first or the last But if you don't like Hank Williams You can kiss our ass