Lyrics

I work on a mountain cutting the timber I work 'til my fingers are sore Cutting the timber goes through the sawmill To build another Honky Tonk bar While down in the valley, she spending my money Having herself 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'll be found I look through the window Guess she's 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'll be found I look through the window I guess she's still in there I am gonna burn another Honky Tonk down I look through the window I guess she's still in there I am gonna burn another Honky Tonk down