Honky Tonk Women - Live

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 shoulders
I just don't seem to drag you off my mind

It's the ho-o-nky tonk women
That gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues

I laid a divorcee in New York City
I tried to put up some kind of a fight
The lady she covered me with roses
She blew my nose and then she blew my mind

It's the ho-o-nky tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues woah oh

Woah, it's the honky tonk, honky tonk women
That gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues
It's the honky tonk, honky tonk women
That gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues

It's the honky tonk, honky tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues
It's the honky tonk, honky tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues

You singin' very well, I must say this if good job, Memphis
You seem to know these songs as well, I'm very pleased with that
Anytime Chuck boy (one, two...)