| A | |
| Well the | fiddles are squeakin' the guitars are |
| D | A | |
| speakin' the | piano plays a jelly | roll |
| E | |
| The man on the drums is far from dumb and the | bassman |
| he plays from his soul. |
| A | |
| The | tables are quakin' and your nerves are shakin' |
| D | A | |
| but you | keep on beggin' for | more. |
| You keep'a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun |
| E | A | |
| on a | honky tonk hardwood | floor. |
| Chorus: |
| On a honky tonk hardwood floor, |
| D | A | |
| on a | honky tonk hardwood | floor, |
| you keep'a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun |
| E | A | |
| on a | honky tonk hardwood | floor |
| There's a waitress handy but she don't sell candy |
| and she don't sell soda pop |
| There's a fat bartender who is there to serve ya |
| if you really wanna blow your top |
| If you got no money then there's a little honey |
| she's the gal that you adore |
| You keep'a havin' your fun, you lucky son of a gun |
| on a honky tonk hardwood floor. |
| Chorus |
| You're payday's Saturday, you're broke on Sunday, |
| by Monday you're feelin' sore |
| You got two black eyes that you picked up |
| from a little guy the night before |
| So you swear off drinkin' but then you get to thinkin' |
| 'bout the good times you had galore |
| you keep'a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun |
| on a honky tonk hardwood floor. |
| Chorus |
| You keep'a havin' your fun you lucky son of a gun |
| On a honky tonk hardwood floor. |