Chords for SMO - HONKY TONKIN'

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[C#m] _ [E] Well it's 5 o'clock in this old town and the whistle from the factory is running the sound
And everybody knows from miles around there's only one thing to do when the sun goes down
We like to head out to the local bar, it's like home sweet home when your home's too far
Well the pass blue ribbon is coat on tap and the barrel house want for shooting it back
It's the weekend at the country kitchen, got a grill full of food with the southern fixings
Glass to the rim, that sunset sipping while I'm getting waited on by southern fixings
Little sticks snapping, dart boards popping, rolling 7 or 11 while the jukebox rocking
Drop another quarter, play 73
Who is that old hank?
Hell no, that's me, we just honk and talking
Yeah we smoking, drinking, making it, shaking, and no matter if it's early or the end of the day
You just come on in and we're gonna find you a place to honk and talking
Let me see you on the dance floor doing your thing
Honk and talking, honk and talking, honk and talking
Well my gal's ass baby gonna show me some love
We at the honk and talk girl, ain't no downtown club, no DJ spinning, no lights are flashing
But that sweet southern sound got the floor dancing with the one two step electric slide
We can country boy shuffle from side to side, just boop, scooby booby or saddle it up
Now drop it like it's hobbit, don't rattle my cup, now I done been across the country from east to west
I been with New York models and Diego's best
From Miami queens to them Dallas primes, but none can compare to these homegrown dimes
But they cut off shorts and they boots to max, they keep it stacked in the front and packed in the back
I know where they at, it's where I be found, we at the honk and talk baby down in my hometown
It's honk and talking, yeah we smoked it and drank it and making it shake it
And no matter if it's early or the end of the day, you just come on in and we gon' find your place
Honk and talking, let me see you on the dance floor doing your thing
Honk and talking, honk and talking, honk and talking
Everybody know Big Smoke, how your mama know
The way I weave through the spot, I wibble wobble, swallow men
Big boy, big nuts, big fists, taller than the boss in the back
Feet propped on the ottoman, tell her bring the bottles in
Jack not Chris, y'all lying if you say you seen country like this
I walk it like I talk it, yeah I'm really honky-tonking that girl
That sweep make my Willy Wonka wanna, gals go nuts
Make them macadamian, take them back to Yaoda so fast you think I'm paying them
Tennessee sunsets got me wide open, beer goggles on, everything smoke
Smoke shit, looking for a blonde hair, blue eye chick
Yeah I'm gutter but I'm still on that country boy shit, oh yeah
I smoke a tin of sticky hickey and I'm trying to find a little lady friend to hit it with me
Honk and talking, you smoking, drinking, making it, shaking it
And no matter if it's early or the end of the day, you just come on in and we gon' find your place
Honk and talking, let me see you on the dance floor doing your thing
Honk and talking, let me see you on the dance floor doing _ your thing _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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