Tally Man, standin' on a band stand, band standin' bendin' and bangin' them strings.
Eye candy shakin' on a dance floor, sayin' "Play me one more," makin' a scene.
Cowboy camped on a bar stool, shootin' double whiskey with a longneck back,
yeah Billy with a pool cue starring down an eight ball, lookin' at Kaely with the rack.
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Out in the country, back roads and one horse towns.
We saw fiddles, play our guitars loud.
We talk the talk, and walk the walk
to the Honky Tonk Stomp.
Yeah...Pickups in the parking lot, rockin' like a juke box jumpin' in the July air.
Cooler in the tool box, drinkin' every last drop...won't let ya take it in there.
Whiskey high, two dudes stumblin' out the back door. Bouncers help 'em take it outside.
Through the fussin' and the cussin', & the shovin' and the pushin'...well, it really ain't much of a fight.
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Out in the country, back roads and one horse towns.
We saw fiddles, play our guitars loud.
We talk the talk and walk the walk
to the Honky Tonk Stomp