I met a gin-soaked 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.



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It's the honky tonk women,

That gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.



I laid 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.



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