Whiskey is a gasoline that lights the fire that burns the bridge Ice creates a water that's no longer running under it Stool holds food that pours whiskey on it's broken heart Cigarettes create the smoke that hides the lonesome in his eyes The jukebox plays Hank, I'm so lonesome I could cry The dance floor holds the folks trying to forget who they are And that's what happens in every little honky-tonk bar Friday night, it's a-givin' I'll be in 11th and 11th We'll dance on the bar till we're sleeping and off in the car Monday morning, it's a-givin' I'll be D-R-A-G-N draggin' And that's what happens in every little honky-tonk bar Neon lights flashin' bright till you're almost hypnotized Waitress, short skirt gets hit on by every guy Comin' and goin', always rollin' with the flow Bartender pour drinks, Cody go do a shot You think you're tall and bulletproof until somebody says you're not You step outside thinkin' you're gonna show a muon And that's what happens in every little honky-tonk bar Friday night, it's a-givin' We'll be in 11th and 11th We'll dance on the bar till we're sleeping and off in the car Monday morning, it's a-givin' We'll be D-R-A-G-N draggin' And that's what happens in every little honky-tonk bar Yeah, that's what happens in every little honky-tonk bar Whiskey is the gasoline that lights the fire that burns the bridge