I've got honky tonk troubles every pay day
Money's gone I don't know where it went
I've got honky tonk troubles every pay day
I can't get home with more than fifty cents
I work all week and take my lunch and try to save a dime
Don't know why I bother anymore
Friday finally rolls around and I get my take home pay
But I just can't make it by that tavern door
Groceries due the kids need shoes they ain't had none since June
And they were hand me downs at Christmas time
The wife I took the wife I got she still good and true
Though I nearly make her loose her mind
