Honky Tonk Women - The Flying Burrito Brothers

I met a gin-soaked barroom queen in Jackson

She tried to take me upstairs for a ride

There’s many a barroom queen I’ve seen in Jackson

But I just can’t seem to drink you off my mind

It’s the honky tonk women

Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues

I later hitched a plane to San Francisco

I had to get in some kind of a fight

The ladies they all dress me up in roses

She blew my nose and then she blew my mind

Oh the honky tonk women

Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues

I treat 'em to a freak in San Francisco

The weather there was clear and it was fine

I tried to take a week down in San Francisco

But frankly people I don’t have the time

It’s the honky tonk women

Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues

It’s the honky tonk women

Well gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues