Introducing: Hello, Honky Tonk Songtext
Somewhere over yonder
There's Katie B's Honky Tonk Saloon
She's been here since the early 1900's
1993 to be exact
Inside those sacred, swinging doors
You'll see the best beer-drinking, boot-stomping
Nightlife-loving folks this side of anywhere
And somehow it's always the same crowd every night
We call 'em the regulars
You know them well
There's Katie B's Honky Tonk Saloon
She's been here since the early 1900's
1993 to be exact
Inside those sacred, swinging doors
You'll see the best beer-drinking, boot-stomping
Nightlife-loving folks this side of anywhere
And somehow it's always the same crowd every night
We call 'em the regulars
You know them well
The lovers, heartbreakers
The big talkers, unwanted advicers
The drinkers, line dancers
Barkeepers, the ponderers
And the ones that worked way too hard
Who are probably gonna go buck wild
Dance on the bar and lose their bra-ers
And then there's Katie B
She owns the joint and loves it with everything she's got
And loves her customers just the same
And though she loves her precious, dusty, old honky tonk
Katie dreams of something bigger
Big city lights, cabarets, rhinestone revues, Broadway shows
And maybe even one day having an act of her own
A one-woman show
Tonight, you'll find her tucked away in the corner of the bar
Like a director behind a curtain
Turning the spotlight in her mind to different corners of the room Making the regulars the star of the show
In the clouds of her imagination
Ordinary moments, conversations, scandals, and characters
Become full-imagined musical acts
Making reality melt into some sort of western vaudeville fantasy
And since you're so curious
Why don't you come in and see for yourself?
I think it's time to dust off the ol' boots
Kick open those saloon doors and say
"Hello, honky tonk"
The big talkers, unwanted advicers
The drinkers, line dancers
Barkeepers, the ponderers
And the ones that worked way too hard
Who are probably gonna go buck wild
Dance on the bar and lose their bra-ers
And then there's Katie B
She owns the joint and loves it with everything she's got
And loves her customers just the same
And though she loves her precious, dusty, old honky tonk
Katie dreams of something bigger
Big city lights, cabarets, rhinestone revues, Broadway shows
And maybe even one day having an act of her own
A one-woman show
Tonight, you'll find her tucked away in the corner of the bar
Like a director behind a curtain
Turning the spotlight in her mind to different corners of the room Making the regulars the star of the show
In the clouds of her imagination
Ordinary moments, conversations, scandals, and characters
Become full-imagined musical acts
Making reality melt into some sort of western vaudeville fantasy
And since you're so curious
Why don't you come in and see for yourself?
I think it's time to dust off the ol' boots
Kick open those saloon doors and say
"Hello, honky tonk"
