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I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis, |
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She tried to take me upstairs for a ride. |
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She had to heave me right across her shoulder |
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'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind. |
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It's the honky tonk women |
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Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. |
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I played a divorcee in New York City, |
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I had to put up some kind of a fight. |
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The lady then she covered me with roses, |
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She blew my nose and then she blew my mind. |
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It's the honky tonk women |
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Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. |
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(Yeah!) It's the honky tonk women. |
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Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. |
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(Yeah!) It's the honky tonk women. |
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Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues. |
