About the song
Well, howdy folks! Tonight, we’re gonna kick things off with a tune that’s sure to get your boots scootin’ and your spirits high. It’s a little number called “Every Little Honky Tonk Bar,” brought to you by none other than the King of Country himself, Mr. George Strait. Now, George, as we all know, is a man who knows his way around a good time, and this song is a testament to that. It’s a celebration of those hallowed halls of heartbreak and happiness, the places where memories are made and troubles are washed away – the honky tonk bars that dot the landscape of our lives.
This ain’t just any old country song, though. This is George Strait we’re talkin’ about, so you know it’s gonna be top-notch. It’s got that classic Strait sound, that smooth-as-whiskey voice, and a melody that sticks to your soul like a good ol’ fashioned country ballad. But it’s also got a bit of a kick, a little extra something that makes you wanna tap your toes and raise your glass. Maybe it’s the lyrics, which paint a vivid picture of the sights and sounds of a honky tonk, from the jukebox wailing out Hank Williams to the bartender slinging drinks with a smile. Or maybe it’s the way George sings it, with that laid-back charm and that twinkle in his eye, like he’s sharing a secret with you, a knowing nod to the good times we’ve all had in those little dives and dance halls.
Whatever it is, “Every Little Honky Tonk Bar” is a song that just feels right. It’s a reminder of the simple pleasures in life, the joy of good music, good company, and a cold drink in your hand. It’s a tribute to the places where we go to unwind, to forget our troubles, and to maybe find a little bit of magic in the midst of the everyday. So, here’s to George Strait, here’s to the honky tonk bars, and here’s to you, for being here with us tonight. Let’s raise a glass and enjoy this one, folks!
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Lyrics
Whiskey is the gasoline that lights the fire that burns the bridge
Ice creates the water that’s no longer runnin’ under it
Stool holds the fool that pours the whiskey on his broken heart
Cigarettes create the smoke that hides the lonesome in his eyes
The jukebox plays Hank, “I’m So Lonesome I Could Cry”
Dance floor holds the folks trying to forget who they are
And that’s what happens in every little honky tonk bar
Friday night, it’s a given
I’ll be L-I-V-N, livin’
We’ll dance on the bar ’til we’re sleeping it off in the car
Monday morning, it’s a given
I’ll be D-R-A-G-N, draggin’
And that’s what happens in every little honky tonk bar
Neon lights flashing bright ’til you’re almost hypnotized
Waitress, short skirt, gets hit on by every guy
Comin’ and goin’, always rollin’ with the flow
Bartender, pour our drinks, Código, do a shot
You think you’re tall and bulletproof until somebody says you’re not
You step outside thinkin’ you’re gonna show ’em you are
And that’s what happens in every little honky tonk bar
Friday night, it’s a given
We’ll be L-I-V-N, livin’
We’ll dance on the bar ’til we’re sleeping it off in the car
Monday morning, it’s a given
We’ll be D-R-A-G-N, draggin’
And that’s what happens in every little honky tonk bar
Yeah, that’s what happens in every little honky tonk bar
Whiskey is the gasoline that lights the fire that burns the bridge
