A
Well Friday night I hit the juke joint to unwind
A E
I had a week's worth troubles and drinkin on my mind
A D
And Jim Beam's whiskey cost $1.03 and I knew one coin was all I'd need
A E A
To get me rock and rollin and back on my feet again
I cranked it up as loud as it would go
Pushin numbers in for today's country gold
What came out of them speakers sounded more to me like the Backstreet Boys had moved to Tennessee
I leave the money on the table and walk out towards the door
Pre-chorus:
D A
On my way out I got to thinkin
A E
We need to give this music back what it's been missing
A D
So I shined my boots and got my guitar and headed right back to that honky tonk bar
A
Came through that swinging door and said listen to me
A
Rosin up that fiddle, pass the mic to me
A E
We're gonna honky tonk like 1953
A D A
So tune up that steel guitar we're gonna play all night
A E
Something's Wrong with the Jukebox, we're gonna make it right
Well I called my girl, I told her what was going down
Said honey get some money, we're going into town
Spent my whole damn paycheck on winged tip boots,?? Stetson and nudie suits
Tonight I'm gonna make ol Hank and Patsy proud
Chorus
Well juke joint jumpin till to the the morning light
And that cherokee fiddle had em feeling oh so right
There was bootslapping up and down the hardwood floor everyone in the house was yellin more, more, more
And you could hear that joint rockin for a country mile
