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Travis Tritt Honky Tonk History

'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

Let's set long stretch of highway from Tulsa to Tennessee You know I had to do it my way May you've got the best of me Sometimes at midnight I hear a

So, your friends have been telling you I'm outta my mind Actin all wild and weird Shoutin and screechin Bouncin off the walls Swinging from the chandeliers

Old Clarence was a cornfed sunday school teacher at the cheephill church of christ A God fearing fence clearing, hay slinging, hymm singing, back breaker

There ain't a road That we ain't traveled Good times and bad Both great and small And when it seemed It all would come unraveled We held each other

Well you must be from the city Cause you sure ain't from round here There ain't no smoke free section We don't sell no import beer You been throwin

Callin' all girlfriends, spring break weekend, Meetin' at the Texaco. Wine coolers, six-packs, cigarettes, and Tic-Tacs, Fill it up an' hit the road.