Every Thursday morning
When we´re done with the party
We go home
This place just feels like a honky tonk

With pure country music
On Wednesday nights
We have ourselves a ball
This place just feels like a honky tonk

It´s always five o´clock on my sweet home
I´ve got a quarter in my pocket
To play you one more song

And all the hard luck women
They go from hell to paradise with alcohol
This place just feels like a honky tonk

Forever and a day right here we´re gonna play
So take it easy, cause we´re busy men
On this stage

Cause every Thursday morning
The parking lot will be crowed
Till we go home
This place sure feels like a honky tonk
This place will always be our honky tonk