There’s a honky-tonk I frequent
when my soul is filled with blues,
with no dress code there to speak of
but you’d best be wearing boots,
and a bouncer at the door whose
always checking who gets through,
you’d best fit in with the décor
or he might be trouncing you.
It’s owned by a guy named Billy
who lives close just up the hill,
He’s a born and bred Hillbilly
all the booze comes from his still,
It’s a potent mix..... white lightning
that can pickle you or Kill ya,
but before ya meet your maker
it’s Gol' Dang sure it will thrill ya
All the Pickup trucks
have gun racks
waiting in the lot in case,
you get to messing with some
other guys main squeeze
or up in his face
there’s a shooting
almost every week
but the target’s rather crass
If you are humping in a backseat
with some other guys sweet lass,
you’ll get a load of buckshot
fired straight up in your ass……
fired straight up in your ass……
There’s an old upright piano
and a gal that sings soprano,
offering honky-tonk or jazz or blues,
the kind of music that just soothes
or gets you up and makes you dance.
And they’ve got an old sax player
who has been around the block
he blows magic on that bend of brass
and gets the whole damn place to rock
you would swear he makes it talk.
"Oh, Yeah."
"He makes It talk, man!"
And you might wind up
getting home late
cause that place don’t have a clock
and you might just find a frying pan
giving your stupid head a knock
from your wife at three o’clock
but you’ll be back there the next night
cause it’s addictive, you can’t stop
it’s name is called the Dew Drop In
it’s a place for dropping out
and Old men sit and snooze
from the potent booze
but that’s what it’s about
and all the gals there are pretty
but if they're wearing a gold ring
stay away and find a single one
Cause their man’s fist.... it can sting
And all are welcome to come in
to dabble in Honky-tonk sin
and stumble out wearing silly grins
and every night it all begins.......
sharing moonshine
in cold cups of tin
It sits way out in the country
On the corner of despair
Guaranteed to make you happy
anytime you go in there.
So do some line
dancing and prancing
or sit in your chair and stare,
at the true dregs of society
as they drink away their cares.
At that honky-tonk I frequent
when my soul is full of blues
never stepping out of line because
I don’t want to pay their dues
I mind my manners and my booze
cause there is way too much to lose
there is way to much too lose!!!
"I just sit back and relax
and dig that sax.
Ain't nothing you're
gonna find on any tracks, man.
They only got it at the
"Dew Drop In."
And believe me,
they do Drop in
and dabble in
Honky-Tonk sin
and stumble out
wearing silly grins....
heh, heh, heh,
heh, heh, heh, heh!
"Bottoms Up!"
Fantastic, Down Home Music Composed
& Played by-Ingvar Tautra--©-2021
Phenomenal Saxophone by-joerxworx
Lyrics & vocals Written & sung
by-Matthew F. Blowers III--©-2021
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
photo by-unsplash.com
