Honky Tonk Hell - Whitey Morgan and the 78's

Down a dark dead-end alley where even shadows don’t go

There’s a jukebox that moans for all the lost souls

Doin' time for a crime in a neon-lit cell

And the Devil, he’s pourin' down in this honky tonk Hell

Beware of painted angels with souls black as night

The devil has ladies with fire in their eyes

They promise salvation but its heartaches they sell

A man can get caught up down in this honky tonk Hell

The doors are always open and you’re welcome inside

The whiskey and women or whatever you like

You’ll never check out of this heartbreak hotel

A man can get caught up down in this honky tonk Hell

I’ve got memories of her sweet love that torture my brain

While poison from this bottle flows through my veins

I walked the clean and narrow but one night I fell

Into the arms of an angel down in this honky tonk Hell

The doors are always open and you’re welcome inside

The whiskey and women or whatever you like

You’ll never check out of this heartbreak hotel

A man can get caught up down in this honky tonk Hell

The doors are always open and you’re welcome inside

The whiskey and women or whatever you like

You’ll never check out of this heartbreak hotel

A man can get caught up down in this honky tonk Hell

A man can get caught up down in this honky tonk Hell

A man can get caught up down in this honky tonk Hell