I met a gin-soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride
She had to heave me right across shoulder
‘Cause 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 laid a divorcée in New York City
I had to put up some kind of a fight
The lady then she covered me with roses
She blew my nose and then she blew my mind
It’s the Honky Tonk Women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues
It’s the Honky Tonk Women
Gimme, gimme…
Alright!
It’s the Honky Tonk Women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues
Yeah, it’s the Honky Tonk Women
Gimme, gimme…
