Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor

    A
The fiddles are squeekin', the guitars are speakin'
           D                 A
And the pi-ano plays a jelly-roll
A
The man on the drum is far from dumb
        B                         E
And the bassman he plays from his soul
    A
The tables are quakin' and yer nerves are shakin'
        D                   A
But you keep on beggin' for more
           D          Adim           A        F#m
You keep a havin' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun
     B          E        A
On a honky tonk hardwood floor

Chorus
D
On a honkytonk hardwood floor
A
On a honky tonk hardwood floor
           D          Adim           A        F#m
You keep a-havin' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun
     B          E         A
On a honky tonk hard wood floor

Solo  over chorus

A
There's a waitress handy and she don't sell candy
        D               A
And she don't sell soda-pop
A
There's a fat bartender who's there to serve you,
       B                      E
If you really wanna blow your top
A
If you got no money then there's a little honey,
          D              A
She's the gal that you a-dore
           D          Adim           A        F#m
You keep a havin' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun
     B          E        A
On a honky tonk hardwood floor

Chorus

A
Your payday's Saturday, you're broke on Sunday,
   D                     A
On Monday you're feelin' sore
A
You got two black eyes that you picked up
       B                       E
From a little guy the night be-fore
       A
So you swear off the drinkin' but when you get to thinkin'
           D                      A
 ‘bout the good times you had, ga-lore
           D          Adim           A        F#m
You keep a havin' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun
     B          E        A
On a honky tonk hardwood floor