honky tonk downstairs

well

it won't be long now

til that 'ol sun goes down

and darkness helps me hide my shameful tears. my wife works all night long

for a man who's halfway gone

she's the barmaid in the honky-tonk downstairs. it's a shame she wears the name

of a man who's locked and chained

to a bottle that's destroyin' all hopes and cares. to the men with hungry eyes

she works and hides her pride

she's the barmaid in the honky-tonk downstairs.