(This is a true song)
(About a 21st Century honky-tonk American Band)
(Palomino Club, make some noise)
Get off the bus
The band, the boys and me
Yesterday was Denver
Tonight, it's Memphis, Tennessee
Runnin' off cocaine
A couple hours of sleep
Can't remember all the halls
But they look the same to me
Just out here making a livin'
With this six-string in my hand
In this 21st century honky-tonk American band
Whoo
Play just about anywhere
Throw it down on a map
A different scene, the same ol' jeans
The same ol' pussycats
Tell Mama I miss her
And I'll be back one day
And I don't think ol' Waylon Jennings
Woulda even done it this way
Just out here, making a livin'
Tryna pay the record company man
In this 21st century honky-tonk American band
And the wheels keep rolling on and on
And I hear them moaning a lonesome song, c'mon
Ever since Hank sang to me, I knew I was born to be
In a 21st century honky-tonk American band
(Keep the claps goin', c'mon, keep clappn')
Met a girl in Tallahassee
Said, "Boy, can I please ya?"
We boned all night long
Then I woke up with amnesia
Said, "Hey baby, what's your name?
I'll call you if I can
But I'm in a 21st century honky-tonk American band."
And the wheels keep rolling on and on
And I hear them moaning a lonesome song
Ever since Hank sang to me, I knew I was born to be
In a 21st century honky-tonk American band
(Everybody clap your hands, c'mon, do it)
♪
And I feel I'm goin' on
I could sure use me a sunny day
And I know I've been away too long
'Cause I'm the same, but they've all changed
(Not us, man, we're still a honky-tonk bar band)
(Ha,ha, cool, everybody start clappin'
(And jumpin' up and down, let's do it, c'mon)