Honky Tonk Woman - The Meters

I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis

She tried to take me upstairs for a ride

She had to heave me right across her shoulder

'Cause I just can’t seem to drink you off my mind

It’s the honky tonk women

Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues

I laid a divorcee in New York City

I had to put up some kind of a fight

The lady then she covered me with roses

She blew my nose and then she blew my mind

It’s the honky tonk women

Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues

(Yeah) It’s the honky tonk women

Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues

(Yeah) It’s the honky tonk women

Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues