Honky Tonk Hardwood Floor
By Johnny Horton
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
3/20/2011

A                                                           D                   A 
The fiddles are squeekin', the guitars are speakin' and the piano plays a jelly-roll
    A                                        B7                        E 
The man on the drum is far from dumb and the bassman he plays from his soul
    A                                                     D                   A
The tables are quakin' and yer nerves are shakin' but you keep on beggin' for more
           D                         A                 D          E        A
You keep a-havin' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor


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


Solo


There's a waitress handy and she don't sell candy and she don't sell soda-pop
There's a fat bartender who's there to serve you, if you really wanna blow your top
If you got no money then there's a little honey, she's the gal that you adore
So keep a-havin' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor


Chorus

Your payday's saturday, you're broke on sunday, on monday you're feelin' sore
You got two black eyes that you picked up from a little guy the night before
So you swear off the drinkin' but when you get to thinkin' ‘bout the good times you had, galore
You keep a-havin' yer fun, you lucky son of a gun on a honky tonk hardwood floor


Chorus