Monday through Friday,
my job drags me down
A big city misfit
from a small Texas town
But I do my best, I look just like the rest
Wingtips, a white tie,
pinstripes and vest
But Friday brings memories
of West Texas moves
The disco's gone western,
playin' good cowboy tunes
With thoughts of bronc -busting
I pull on my Justins
And I head for the roundup saloon
And I sit in this honky -tonk tavern
Sipping my honky -tonk booze
Waiting for a honky -tonk angel
To free me from my honky
-tonk blues
I spend my paycheck,
like any good redneck,
on good booze, wo men,
and song.
A Good Miller light, an occasional fight,
and a tune about a
love that's gone wrong.
All week I hurry, I work and I worry,
and Friday just can't
come too soon.
Then I'll do it behind me
On weekends you'll find me
Down at the Roundup Zoo
And I'll sit in this honky -tonk tavern
Sippin' my honky -tonk booze
Waiting for a honky -tonk angel
To free me from my honky -tonk blues
I sleep in this honky
-tonk tavern
Sipping my honky -tonk booze
Wait ing for a honky
-tonk an gel
To free me from my honky -tonk
blues
Thank you. Thank you very much.
Before I do this next song,
I want to give credit to the fellow who
wrote this song.
Because had it not been for the next song,
I might not even be standing here
singing right now.
it was written by a very good friend,
and one of the finest songwriters
around today.
His name is Bobby Russell,
and he not only wrote this next song,
he wrote Little Green Apples,
he wrote The Night the Lights
Went Out in Georgia.
A lot of great songs,
but of all the songs he'll ever write,
I guess this will always be my favorite
because it did so much for me.
The song is called Honey.