I work on a mountain cutting the timber
I work till my fingers are sore
Cutting the timber goes through the sawmill
To build another Honky Tonk Bar
Lye down in the valley she spending my money
Having myself quite a ball
Spending my money I earn at the sawmill
To build another Honky Tonk Bar
Early each morning I'm back on that mountain
Wishing our lives were the truth
Cutting the timber that goes through sawmill
To build another Honky Tonk bar
But tonight's all over I'm through cutting timber
I know just where she will be found
I look through the window
Guess she is still in there
I am going to burn another Honky Tonk down
Tonights all over I am through cutting timber
I know just where she will be found
I look through the window
I guess she is still in there
I am gonna burn another Honky Tonk down
I look through the window
I guess she is still in there
I am gonna burn another Honky Tonk down
