Haunted Honky Tonk

(Melanie Thompson)

I wrote these lyrics in tribute to country music. And to honor my country music heroes. May the ghost of country music live on. Enjoy!

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Verse 1. 
 Cold dark night 
 on an interstate highway.
 Had an appetite 
 for some Tennessee corn whiskey.
 Drove my diesel 
 down a long dirty road.
 Followed the scent 
 of a wood-burning stove.

 Old town bar 
 with an old bartender. 
 Asked for the best 
 in a glass, tall and slender. 
 Had no glass. 
 Just one rusty cup. 
 Sat at the bar. 
 And drank my whiskey up.

 Past midnight.
 Place was dead. Cup was empty. 
 Doubted to myself 
 that it would ever come alive. 
 Hey bartender! 
 Where's the crowd? Where's the ladies?
 He twirled his pointing finger
 to turn my head around. 

 

Chorus. 
 Haunted honky tonk. 
 Blue grass sprouting up 
 through the cracks.

 Haunted honky tonk.
 Muddy river water flowing 
 out the tap.

 Haunted honky tonk.
 Rhinestone and leather 
 chandelier.

 Haunted honky tonk.
 The ghost of country music 
 living here. 

 

Verse 2. 
 One spotlight
 brighter than the others.
 Light so bright,
 had to cover-up my eyes. 
 Back to life. 
 Back from the bitter grave.
 The great Patsy Cline
 singing up on the stage.

 Two slow songs.
 I just couldn't take another.
 My tears were falling,
 falling down like country rain.
 In the men's room,
 splashed water on my face. 
 Creaky door behind me opened up
 and in walked Hank.

 There he stood.
 He was alive. He was immortal.
 I surmised,
 somehow I'd stumbled on a portal.
 My hand out,
 uttered, "I'm your biggest fan".
 He said, "Let me do my bussiness, sir.
 Then I'll shake your hand." 

Chorus. 
 Haunted honky tonk. 
 Blue grass sprouting up 
 through the cracks.

 Haunted honky tonk.
 Muddy river water flowing 
 out the tap.

 Haunted honky tonk.
 Rhinestone and leather 
 chandelier.

 Haunted honky tonk.
 The ghost of country music 
 living here. 

 
Verse 3. 
 Corner booth.
 I saw two arms wrestling. 
 Who was the best,
 what it was, they were testing. 
 Locked in tight.
 Tooth-to-tooth the two were dueling.
 Earl Scruggs and Lester Flatt,
 two brothers who weren't fooling. 

 Loud bar fight,
 spreading out from the billards.
 Two cowboys. 
 Redneck woman jumping in. 
 Oh my Lord! 
 Miss Loretta kicked her boots off.
 Long neck bottles
 spinning out and clipping chins. 

 Cheek to cheek,
 there were two bodies swaying
 on an old pine floor 
 hold 'em up 'cause they been praying.
 Newly wed. 
 Seemed to be. Tell by their blushing.
 George Jones and Tammy, 
 finally no more fussing.

Chorus. 
 Haunted honky tonk. 
 Blue grass sprouting up 
 through the cracks.

 Haunted honky tonk.
 Muddy river water flowing 
 out the tap.

 Haunted honky tonk.
 Rhinestone and leather 
 chandelier.

 Haunted honky tonk.
 The ghost of country music 
 living here. 

 

Verse 4. 
 Heard last call.
 After that, no more alcohol. 
 Tomorrow's show, 
 Waylon Jennings takes the stage. 
 Hey bartender! 
 Thank the owner, I did ask.
 "You can thank me yourself, friend. 
 Hello, I'm Johnny Cash". 

 
 Chorus. 
 Haunted honky tonk. 
 Blue grass sprouting up 
 through the cracks.

 Haunted honky tonk.
 Muddy river water flowing 
 out the tap.

 Haunted honky tonk.
 Rhinestone and leather 
 chandelier.

 Haunted honky tonk.
 The ghost of country music 
 living here.
© Melanie Thompson 2023