Honky-Tonkin' Hell
 	       written 2005


INTRO:  F G C

C
Open your eyes wonderin' what the hell
      F
Well howdy son how could you tell
     C                                         G
That God has frowned on your lack of the steel guitar
      C
Twin fiddlin's somethin' you never knew
     F 
Yeah I preffered a drum machine too
                       G               C
Sacrifice the music to make yourself a star


Well they don't play no country here
And they only sell imported beer
And yeah that's a disco ball up above your head
Ain't no sawdust on the floor
But there's city folk here by the score
And those greesy cheeseburgers, mmm taste just like lead, 'cause


CHORUS:
           F                               C
You're in honky-tonkin' hell my friend sit down
      F                                         G
You might wanna hold your breath while you look around
               F                             C                      Am
'Cause all the waitresses are ugly, and the bartender don't give a damn
        F             G                       C
But in honky-tonkin' hell we got a hell of a band


The lead picker is dynomite
The drummer pounds, the keyboards wine
Unfortunately there ain't no country in their repetoire
They rock and roll and rant and rage
Every night it's the same old thing
Yeah but they're alright for a band without a steel guitar


CHORUS, see what I mean?


SOLO


No you won't here no songs of life
Or trains or tears or Saturday nights
But you're sure to hear plenty of punk and rap
No quarter-jukebox no open mike
You won't get to hear you like
But you gotta admit they're pretty good for a piece o' crap


CHORUS

        F             G                       C
Yeah in honky-tonkin' hell we got a hell of a band


C   F  C                             G
         Yeah, they're a HELL of a band
 
C   F  C  G                     C                          
          Sound like hell, that is