"Honky Tonk Man" lyrics
(originally by Dwight Yoakam)
Well, I'm a honky-tonk man, and I can't seem to stop
Love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox
And when my money's all gone
I'm on the telephone
Saying, "He-ey, mamma, can your daddy come home?"
Well, I'm livin' wild and dangerously,
And I've got plenty of company
The moon comes up and the sun goes down
And I can't wait to see the lights of town
'Cause I'm a honky-tonk man, and I can't seem to stop
Love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox
And when my money's all gone
I'm on the telephone
Saying, "He-ey, mamma, can your daddy come home?"
Well, I'm a honky-tonk man, and I can't seem to stop
Love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox
And when my money's all gone
I'm on the telephone
Saying, "He-ey, mamma, can your daddy come home?"
Well, now, a pretty little girl and a jug of wine
That's what it takes to make a honky-tonk time
With the jukebox a-moanin' a honky-tonk sound
And I can't wait to lay my money down
'Cause I'm a honky-tonk man, and I can't seem to stop
Love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox
And when my money's all gone
I'm on the telephone
Saying, "He-ey, mamma, can your daddy come home?"
Well, I'm a honky-tonk man, and I can't seem to stop
Love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox
And when my money's all gone
I'm on the telephone
Saying, "He-ey, mamma, can your daddy come home?"
Love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox
And when my money's all gone
I'm on the telephone
Saying, "He-ey, mamma, can your daddy come home?"
Well, I'm livin' wild and dangerously,
And I've got plenty of company
The moon comes up and the sun goes down
And I can't wait to see the lights of town
'Cause I'm a honky-tonk man, and I can't seem to stop
Love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox
And when my money's all gone
I'm on the telephone
Saying, "He-ey, mamma, can your daddy come home?"
Well, I'm a honky-tonk man, and I can't seem to stop
Love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox
And when my money's all gone
I'm on the telephone
Saying, "He-ey, mamma, can your daddy come home?"
Well, now, a pretty little girl and a jug of wine
That's what it takes to make a honky-tonk time
With the jukebox a-moanin' a honky-tonk sound
And I can't wait to lay my money down
'Cause I'm a honky-tonk man, and I can't seem to stop
Love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox
And when my money's all gone
I'm on the telephone
Saying, "He-ey, mamma, can your daddy come home?"
Well, I'm a honky-tonk man, and I can't seem to stop
Love to give the girls a whirl to the music of an old jukebox
And when my money's all gone
I'm on the telephone
Saying, "He-ey, mamma, can your daddy come home?"
Writer(s): Johnny Horton, Howard Hausey, Tillman Franks
