Honky-tonk Dancing Machine

(mark nesler/tracy byrd)



I could tell she was a hot rod when she walked in all alone

Made a pit stop at the front bar, in a puff of smoke was gone

I followed her smell of perfume, cause she was too far out of sight

Tried to catch up but the girl was running one hell of a race tonight



She's a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin' machine

All it takes to keep her tuned up is boots and wrangler jeans

She scoots about fifty times around the floor on one shot of jim beam

She's a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin' machine



There's a guy on every corner, watching her make the bend

Hoping he'll be the next one to take her for a spin

She's not the kind that can be hot wired with money or romance

Got a body for pleasure, but all she wants to do is dance



She's a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin' machine

All it takes to keep her tuned up is boots and wrangler jeans

She scoots about fifty times around the floor on one shot of jim beam

She's a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin' machine



She scoots about fifty times around the floor on one shot of jim beam

She's a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin'	machine

She's a real low maintenance, country music beat driven, honky-tonk dancin' machine




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