Satan's Honky-Tonk Songtext
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Well ever since I got here
I been chained to the bar
There's only Stroh's on tap here
And something that looks like tar
The drunk who's sittin' next to me
Has eaten a hundred pickled eggs
There's nails stickin' through my stool
And up into my legs
The barkeep don't clean the glasses
I been chained to the bar
There's only Stroh's on tap here
And something that looks like tar
The drunk who's sittin' next to me
Has eaten a hundred pickled eggs
There's nails stickin' through my stool
And up into my legs
The barkeep don't clean the glasses
Before he pours the brew
And it my take him thirteen days
Before he gets to you
The drinks all look like they've been
Made with devil spit
They can sure fill up your bladder
But they don't make you forget
In Satan's Honky-Tonk
There ain't no hope in here
They're all out of pretzels
And they only serve light beer
Once I had everything
It only cost a soul to sell
Now I'm forever stuck here
At the honky-tonk in Hell
There's a jukebox in the corner
With all my favorite hits
The records all are broken And the wiring's on the fritz
There's a critter with an old guitar
And the devil starts to croon
Well he can play guitar OK
But the devil sings out of tune
In Satan's Honky-Tonk
There ain't no hope in here
They're all out of pretzels
And they only serve light beer
Once I had everything
It only cost a soul to sell
Now I'm forever stuck here
At the honky-tonk in Hell
There's a pretty little waitress
Her skin is a crimson red
She likes to tear my heart out
With those horns upon her head
She reminds me of my ex-wife
Back when I was alive
Well I remember her bad
And it kinda makes me glad
To be down here in this dive
And in Satan's Honky-Tonk
There ain't no hope in here
They're all out of pretzels
And they only serve light beer
Once I had everything
It only cost a soul to sell
Now I'm forever stuck here
At the honky-tonk in Hell
Now I'm forever stuck here
At the honky-tonk in Hell
And it my take him thirteen days
Before he gets to you
The drinks all look like they've been
Made with devil spit
They can sure fill up your bladder
But they don't make you forget
In Satan's Honky-Tonk
There ain't no hope in here
They're all out of pretzels
And they only serve light beer
Once I had everything
It only cost a soul to sell
Now I'm forever stuck here
At the honky-tonk in Hell
There's a jukebox in the corner
With all my favorite hits
The records all are broken And the wiring's on the fritz
There's a critter with an old guitar
And the devil starts to croon
Well he can play guitar OK
But the devil sings out of tune
In Satan's Honky-Tonk
There ain't no hope in here
They're all out of pretzels
And they only serve light beer
Once I had everything
It only cost a soul to sell
Now I'm forever stuck here
At the honky-tonk in Hell
There's a pretty little waitress
Her skin is a crimson red
She likes to tear my heart out
With those horns upon her head
She reminds me of my ex-wife
Back when I was alive
Well I remember her bad
And it kinda makes me glad
To be down here in this dive
And in Satan's Honky-Tonk
There ain't no hope in here
They're all out of pretzels
And they only serve light beer
Once I had everything
It only cost a soul to sell
Now I'm forever stuck here
At the honky-tonk in Hell
Now I'm forever stuck here
At the honky-tonk in Hell
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