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.