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 Take me home country roads Honky tonk Yes Sir!