G CI met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis,

G A DShe tried to take me upstairs for a ride.

G CShe had to heave me right across her shoulder

G D GCause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind.

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G D GIts the ho - - - nky tonk women

G D GGimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.

G CI laid a divorcee in New York City,

G A DI had to put up some kind of a fight.

G CThe lady then she covered me with roses,

G D GShe blew my nose and then she blew my mind.

I met a blue-grass chick way down in Dixie

Her finger-pickin’ style drove me insane

I tuned her strings till they were stretched to breakin’

I plucked her good but never knew her name.