Whiskey is a gasoline that lights the fire that burns the bridge
Ice creates a water that's no longer running under it
A stool holds a spoon that pours the whiskey on its 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 given
I'll be in, laughing, and living
We'll dance on the bar till we're sleeping and off in the car
Monday morning, it's a given
I'll be P-R-H-E-N, dragging
And that's what happens in every little honky-tonk bar
The neon lights flashin' bright till you're almost hypnotized
Waistdress, short skirt, gets hit on by every guy
Comin' and goin', always rollin' with the flow
The bartender pours drinks, cold it goes to a shot
You think you're tall and bulletproof until somebody says you're not
You step outside thinkin' you're gonna show them you are
And that's what happens in every little honky-tonk bar
Friday night, it's a given
We'll be in, laughing, and living
We'll dance on the bar till we're sleeping and off in the car
Monday morning, it's a given
I'll be P-R-H-E-N, dragging
And that's what happens in every little honky-tonk bar
Yeah, 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 breeze
Whiskey is the gasoline that lights the fire that burns the breeze