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The fiddles are squeakin' The guitars are speakin' The piano plays a jelly-rollThe man on the drum is out from dumbAnd the bassman - he plays from his soulThe tables are quakin' And your nerves are shakin' But you keep on beggin' for moreYou keep a havin' your fun You lucky son of a gun On a honky tonk hardwood floorOn a honky tonk hardwood floor On a honky tonk hardwood floorYou keep a havin' your fun You lucky son of a gun On a honky tonk hardwood floorThere's a waitress handy And she don't sell candy And she don't sell soda popAnd there's a fat bartender Who's there to serve you If you really want to blow your topIf you got no money then there's a little honey She's a thing that you adoreYou keep a havin' your fun Letras de cancionesYou lucky son of a gun On a honky tonk hardwood floorOn a honky tonk hardwood floorYour payday's Saturday You're broke on Sunday Come Monday, you're feelin' soreYou got big black eyes that you pick up From a little guy the night beforeSo you swear off to drinkin' But when you get to thinkin''Bout the good times you had, oh LordSo keep a havin' your fun You lucky son of a gun On a honky tonk hardwood floorOn a honky tonk hardwood floor From Letras Mania