Well, he comes in here on the first and fifteenth Pockets just jingling like a tambourine Makes a beeline over to that old jukebox Fills it up to the top and the needle drops
And it’s off like a rocket in a neon haze Spinning ’em back to the good old days Beer gets to flowing and the whiskey pours There ain’t an empty spot on the old dance floor All cowboy hats, boots and jeans Riding that honky tonk time machine
He’s gonna make damn sure the jukebox don’t rock And the record’s gonna be the only thing that bops He’s an old-school cold longneck DJ And look at him now, here comes them old green snakes
And it’s off like a rocket in a neon haze Spinning ’em back to the good old days Beer gets to flowing and the whiskey pours There ain’t an empty spot on the old dance floor All cowboy hats, boots and jeans Riding that honky tonk time machine
From A to Z and everything between He’s flying that honky tonk time machine
And it’s off like a rocket in a neon haze Spinning ’em back to the good old days Beer gets to flowing and the whiskey pours There ain’t an empty spot on the old dance floor All cowboy hats, boots and jeans Riding that honky tonk time machine Everybody’s back in MWZ They’re riding that honky tonk time machine
Well, he comes in here on the first and fifteenth Pockets just jingling like a tambourine Makes a beeline over to that old jukebox Fills it up to the top and the needle drops