(D5)A hus tler shoot in’ eight ball, for throw (E5)in’ darts (D5)ma (E5)at the wall, (D5)feel in’ damn near ten feet tall, for (E5)here she comes, that Lord, help us all.

er.

(F#7)Old T Doub ya’s girl friend done (G7)slapped him out his chair.

Poor (A7)hate old boy, it ain’t his fault, it’s (C)so hard not to (D)stare at that (E5)honk y tonk

ba donk a donk.

Keep in’ per fect rhy thm, make you wan na swing a long.

Got it (A7)go in’ on

like Don key Kong.

And (E5)ooh, wee, shut my mouth, slap your grand ma.

There (F#)ought a be a law, get the (G)sher iff on the phone.

Lord, have mer cy, how’d she e ven (C)get those britch es (D)on (D5)that honk (E5)y tonk

(D5)ba donk (E5)a donk?

(D5)Now, hon ey, you can’t blame her for what (E5)her ma (D5)ma (E5)gave the her.

(D5)It ain’t right to hate feet her for (E5)work in’ comes, that Lord, mon ey mak er.

(F#7)Band shuts down at two, but we’re (G7)hang in’ out till three.

We (A7)hate to see her go, his fault, but, (C)Lord, to watch her (D)leave with that (E5)honk y tonk

ba donk a donk.

Keep in’ per fect rhy thm, make you wan na swing a long.

Got it (A7)go in’ on

like Don key Kong.

And (E5)ooh, wee, shut my mouth, slap your grand ma.

There (F#)ought a be a law, get the (G)sher iff on the phone.

Lord, have mer cy, how’d she e ven (C)get those britch es (D)on (D5)that honk (E5)y tonk

(D5)ba donk (E5)a donk?

(D5)Now,

We don’t (A7)care a bout the drink in’, bare ly lis ten to the band.

Our hands, they start to shak in’ when she gets the urge to dance.

Driv in’ (F#)ev ’ry bod y cra zy, you (G)think you fell in love.

Boys, you (A)bet ter keep your dis tance, you can (C)look, but you can’t (D)touch (D5)that

(D5)That honk (E5)y (D5)tonk ba donk (E5)a (D5)donk.

(D)Yeah, (A)that honk (E5)y (D5)tonk ba donk (E5)a (D5)donk.

(A)That honk (E5)y (D5)tonk ba donk (E5)a (D5)donk.

(A)That honk (E5)y (D5)tonk ba donk (E5)a (D5)donk.

(A)That