Well, every evening when the news is over And the moon is a climbing high I crank up my old pickup trick And baby down the road I fly Just to find a spot down in the parking lot Of a place they call Big Jeans Then I walk on in and the night begins In the same familiar scene Im a honky tonker And I feel all right Yeah, Im a honker tonker Im a neon light Well, my momma told me and my poppa told me Son theres more to life than beer Why aint you more like your brother Drew Hes a petroleum engineer Why dont you cut your ties with all them old bar flies And try to straighten up your life You need to quit that drinkin Start a thinkin bout a house, some kids and a wife But daddy, Im a honky tonker Yeah, and you cant dig that Im a honky tonker Im a juke joint cat See Marty Stuart LiveGet tickets as low as 47You might also likeYeah they tell me Im lazy baby tell me Im crazy Tell me Im not so smart Just the same ole sins I say its selfdefense Well, I sure got a happy heart All right, all right Well, every evening when the news is over And the moon is a climbing high I crank up my old pickup truck And baby down the road, baby down the road I fly Im a honky tonker Honey, thats my style Said Im a honky tonker Yeah, Im a deuces wild Wild, wild, wild, wild, wild Im a honky tonker And I cant help that Yeah, Im a honky tonker Just a juke joint cat Honky tonkin Thats just fine Yeah, honky tonkin Baby gonna walk no line No, no, no
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