Call Of The Honky Tonk

Monday I'm down at the corner cafe
Drinking my heartaches and pains away
Tuesday I'm down with a sore aching shame
Then Wednesday a voice softly whispers my name

And the call of the honky tonk's calling to me
The hand of the wine's taking over my sleeve
If it ain't right then it's wrong I would be
When the call of the honky tonk's calling to me

What good are miseries and tears in your eyes
If you don't have a neighborhood tavern nearby
And what good are quarters when you got the blues
If you ain't got a jukebox to feed them into

And the call of the honky tonk's calling to me
The hand of the wine's taking over my sleeve
If it ain't right then it's wrong I would be
When the call of the honky tonk's calling to me

The call of the honky tonk's calling to me
The hand of the wine's taking over my sleeve
If it ain't right then it's wrong I would be
When the call of the honky tonk's calling to me