Whitey Morgan and the 78's

Honky Tonk Hell
Down a dark dead-end alley where even shadows don't go There's a jukebox that moans for all the lost souls Doin' time for a crime in a neon-lit cell And the devil, he's pourin' down in this honky tonk hell Beware of painted angels with souls black as night The devil has ladies with fire in their eyes They promise salvation but its heartaches they sell A man can get caught up down in this honky tonk hell The doors are always open and you're welcome inside The whiskey and women or whatever you like You'll never check out of this heartbreak hotel A man can get caught up down in this honky tonk hell I've got mem'ries of her sweet love that torture my brain While poison from this bottle flows through my veins I walked the clean and narrow but one night I fell Into the arms of an angel down in this honky tonk hell The doors are always open and you're welcome inside The whiskey and women or whatever you like You'll never check out of this heartbreak hotel A man can get caught up down in this honky tonk hell The doors are always open and you're welcome inside Letras de cancionesThe whiskey and women or whatever you like You'll never check out of this heartbreak hotel A man can get caught up down in this honky tonk hell A man can get caught up down in this honky tonk hell A man can get caught up down in this honky tonk hell From Letras Mania