Honky Tonk Woman

I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis,

She tried to take me upstairs for a ride.

She had to heave me right across her shoulder,

'Cause I just can't seem to drink ya off my mind.



(It's a-honky tonk women.)

(Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.)



I layed a divorcee in New York City,



I had to put up some kind of a fight.

The lady, then she covered me in roses,

She blew my nose and then she blew my mind.

Hey!



(It's a-honky tonk women.)

(Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.)

Yeah, all right.