Tekstovi: Travis Tritt. Honky-Tonk History.

Got these calluses from all those nights
Spent playing a telecaster, till my fingers bled bud light
I got this scar in a beer bar brawl
Outside of Tuscaloosa, stitched it up in a bathroom stall

And I got this tattoo in the back of a pool room in east Tennessee
Oh, I got a long honkey-tonk history
See this solid gold watch change hand
Took it off a Texas oil tycoon in a backwoods poker game

Look at these holes in my tailgate
Their from Suzy Johnson's husband's snub nose 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 history, oh

I'm just like my daddy and my daddy's daddy
(And his daddy before him)
I'm just like my daddy, and his daddy's daddy
(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-tonk history
Yeah, oh ho