Lyrics
Rollin’ to the next one-horse town,
Population 250,
Sitting in the last saddle saloon,
Jukebox blastin’ Merle and Willie,
Downbeat at nine,
Always the same time,
Then it’s punchin’, drunkin’, something’s broken, holy-smokin’ noise
For them bikers, hippies, and them honky-tonkin’ cowboys,
Son, play that damn music dirty and loud,
Bikers, hippies, and them honky-tonkin’ cowboys,
You can love ‘em, hate ‘em, but there ain’t no better crowd……
Pluck them guts of strings Mr. Banjo Billy,
Suck them shots of whisky till your pickled silly,
Rooster Man is swinging at Road-Dog Sonny,
Cause Jumbo Jenny is hoppin' like a Playboy Bunny
And I’m trying to keep time,
While this surly hell unwinds,
Then it’s punchin’, drunkin’, something’s broken, holy-smokin’ noise
For them bikers, hippies, and them honky-tonkin’ cowboys,
Son, play that damn music dirty and loud,
Bikers, hippies, and them honky-tonkin’ cowboys,
You can love ‘em, hate ‘em, but there ain’t no better crowd……