I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in memphisShe tried to take me upstairs for a rideShe had to heave me right across her shoulder'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind
It's the honky tonk womenGimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues
I laid a divorcee in new york cityI had to put up some kind of a fightThe lady then she covered me with rosesShe blew my nose and then she blew my mind
It's the honky tonk womenGimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues
It's the honky tonk womenGimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues
It's the honky tonk womenGimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues