Every Little Honky Tonk Bar - George Strait

Whiskey is the gasoline that lights the fire that burns the bridge

Ice creates the water that’s no longer runnin' under it

Stool holds the fool that pours the whiskey on his broken heart

Cigarettes create the smoke that hides the lonesome in his eyes

The jukebox plays Hank, «I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry»

Dance floor holds the folks trying to forget who they are

And that’s what happens in every little honky tonk bar

Friday night, it’s a given

I’ll be L-I-V-N, livin'

We’ll dance on the bar 'til we’re sleeping it off in the car

Monday morning, it’s a given

I’ll be D-R-A-G-N, draggin'

And that’s what happens in every little honky tonk bar

Neon lights flashing bright 'til you’re almost hypnotized

Waitress, short skirt, gets hit on by every guy

Comin' and goin', always rollin' with the flow

Bartender, pour our drinks;

Código, do a shot

You think you’re tall and bulletproof

Until somebody says you’re not

You step outside thinkin' you’re gonna show 'em you are

And that’s what happens in every little honky tonk bar

Friday night, it’s a given

We’ll be L-I-V-N, livin'

We’ll dance on the bar 'til we’re sleeping it off in the car

Monday morning, it’s a given

We’ll be D-R-A-G-N, draggin'

And that’s what happens in every little honky tonk bar

Yeah, that’s what happens in every little honky tonk bar

Whiskey is the gasoline that lights the fire that burns the bridge