Don't be fooled by big blue eyes. By a smile or a golden curl. For she'll love you now. And then break every vow. 'Cause she's just a honky-tonk girl.
Saturday night, and a six pack girl. A big star shinin' on a small town world. It's a helluva life, it's a helluva life. And KC lights on a dirt road dance.
Red hung out at the point of tears. He was a honky tonkin' fool. Ever since they brought that jukebox here. Back in 1952. . He was the first to drop a nickel in.
Back in the same ol' bar where they said goodbye. Eleven years of lonely bottled up inside. Back in the same ol' bar where her world came to an end. When she caught him with his lover and he swore she was a friend.
He went to Paris looking for answers. To the questions that bothered him so. He was impressive, young and aggressive. Saving the world on his own. . The warm summer breezes and French wine and cheeses.
a dually diesel pullin hard with a horse trailer in tow. montana side of sweet grass and i'm headed home. trophy buckles and whiskey bottles and a worn out saddle horn.
full growed porcupine dead on the road. it'll take a big ox, son, to carry that load. i got checked out by a blonde, young heifer. she says she might wanna but i ain't gonna let er.
Kicking up her boots, dancing in the front row. Her low rider jeans ride a little too low. The Fire in her eyes ignites when the lights go down. . She's got my tour dates posted on her bedroom door.
I still recall. The awful clanging of those wedding bells. I prayed your Billy would go straight to hell. That Sunday morning. . Yes I did compete. With the heart of a fool but I must retreat.