Lletres: Travis Tritt. Honkey Tonk History.

Got these calouses
From all those nights
Spent playing a telecaster
Till my fingers bled budlight

I got this scar
In a beer bar brawl
Outside of Tuscalusa
Stitched it up in a bathroom stall

And I got this tattoo
In the back of a pool rooooom in east Tennessee
Oh, I got a long
Honkey tonk history

See this solid gold
Watch change hands
Took it off a texas oil tycoon
In a backwoods poker came

Look at these holes
In my tailgate
Their from Suzy Johnson's husband's
Snubnose 38

Thank god he's a bad shot
And I had that toolbox, between him and me
Right or wrong
That's my honkey tonk history

I love the smell of cigarette's
And whiskey on a woman's breath
The sound of outlaw music
Sets me free

Blame it on
My honkey tonk historyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Whooo

And his daddy before him
And his daddy before him

I love the smell of cigarette's
And whiskey on a woman's breath
The sound of outlaw music
Sets me free

Right or wrong
Just carrying on
My honkey tonk
Honkey Tonnnnnnk Historyyyyyyyyyy
Yeahhhhhh
Whoooo Hoooo