Honky Tonk Time Machine Songtext
von George Strait

Well he comes in here on
The first and fifteenth
Pockets just jinglin′ like a tambourine
Makes a beeline over
To that old jukebox
Fills it up to the top and needle drops

And it's off like a rocket
In a neon haze
Spinnin′ 'em back to
The good old days
Beer gets to flowin' and
The whiskey pours
There ain′t an empty spot
On the old dance floor
All cowboy hats, boots, and jeans
Ridin′ that honky tonk time machine


He's gonna make damn
Sure the jukebox don′t rock
And the record's gonna be
The only thing that bops
He′s an old-school, cold long neck DJ
And look at him now,
Here comes them old green snakes

And it's off like a rocket
In a neon haze
Spinnin′ 'em back to
The good old days
Beer gets to flowin' and
The whiskey pours
There ain′t an empty spot
On the old dance floor
All cowboy hats, boots, and jeans
Ridin′ that honky tonk time machine

From A to Z, and everything between
He's flying that honky tonk time machine


And it′s off like a rocket
In a neon haze
Spinnin' ′em back to the
Good old days
Beer gets to flowin' and
The whiskey pours
There ain′t an empty spot
On the old dance floor
All cowboy hats, boots, and jeans
Ridin' that honky tonk time machine
Everybody's back in MWZ
They′re ridin′ that honky tonk time machine

Well he comes in here on
The first and fifteenth
Pockets just jinglin' like a tambourine
Makes a beeline over to that old jukebox
Fills it up to the top and the needle drops