Well I met a gin-soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride
She had to heave me right across her shoulder
‘Cause I just can’t seem to drink her off my mind
Yeah those honky tonk women
They gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues
There a divorcée in York City
I had to put up some of a fight
The lady said she’d cover me in roses
Yeah she my nose then she my mind
Yeah those honky tonk women
They gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues
honky tonk women
They gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues
Oh these honky tonk women
Yeah they gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues
Yeah those honky tonk women
Yeah they gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues
