originally by Rolling Stones



I met a ginsoaked barroom 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 you off my mind



It's the honky tonk women

Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues



I laid a divorcee in New York City

I had to put up some kind off a flight

The lady then she covered me with roses

She blew my nose and then she blew my mind It's the honky tonk women

Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues



I strolled on the boulevard bars of Paris

As naked as the day that I will die

The sellers they're so charming there in Paris

But they just don't seem to sail you off my mind



It's the honky tonk women

Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues