Honky Tonk Women (Live)

I met a gin-soaked barroom queen in Memphis

She tried to take me upstairs for a ride

She had to heave me right across her shoulders

I just don't seem to drink you off my mind

It's the honk, honky tonk women

Who gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues

Well, I met a divorcé in New York City

I just had to put up some kind of a fight (Did you?)

Well, that guy, he tried to cover me with roses (Is that right?)

But he blew my nose and then he blew my mind (She's okay)

It's the honk, honky tonk women

That gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues

(Alright, play the guitar)

(Yeah, let's do it, shall we?)

It's the honky tonk, honky tonk women

That gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues

It's the honky tonk, honky tonk women

Just gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues

(Woo)

(Lemme hear you shout out)