honky tonk time machine

Lyrics

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