I drove down to The Trap but the joint was closed.
Lately they've been dropping like dominoes.
All my favorite watering holes are dried up.
Tell me is it too much for a man to ask.
Dear Haggard and Jones sing CC Water Back.
When the lights are low, and a cold draft would cost you one buck.
Enough is enough.
Chorus
Somebody save the honky tonks.
The hardwood floor and the quarter jukebox.
Where's the working man gonna go to get tore up, when the last one's tore down.
Somebody save the neon lights, and the cinder block shacks across the county line.
Everyday another piece of history's lost.
Somebody save the honky tonks.
Well it's enough to bring a tear to a blood shot eye.
Not knowing where to go on a Friday night.
To get down and get loud and unwind from a hard day.
Well Listen, we the people gotta make a stand.
Maybe write a letter to our congressman.
Show some support for the drinkin' man.
We can't wait until It's too late.
Chorus
Why don't they take that ole wrecking ball, to the yuppy bars down at the mall.
All I'm asking, and all I want.
Somebody save the honky tonks.
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