The Rolling Stones. Country Honk. Zeneszám

Sittin' in a bar tippling a jar in Jackson
And on the street the summer sun it shines
There's many a bar-room queen
I've had in Jackson
But I just can't seem to drink you off my mind

It's those Honky-Tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme those Honky-Tonk blues

I laid a divorcee in New York City
I had to put up some kind of a fight
The Lady she all dressed me up in roses
She blew my nose and then she blew my mind

It's those Honky-Tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme those Honky-Tonk blues

It's those Honky-Tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme those Honky-Tonk blues
It's those Honky-Tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme those Honky-Tonk blues
It's those Honky-Tonk women
Gimme, gimme, gimme those Honky-Tonk blues