Honky Tonk Badonkadonk
Trace Adkins - 《American Man: Greatest Hits Vol. II》
Alright boys this is her favorite song
So if we play it good and loud
She might get up and dance again
Ooh she put her beer down
Left left left right left
Husslers shootin' eight ball
Throwin' darts at the wall
Feelin' damn near 10 ft tall
Here she comes Lord help us all
Ol' TW's girlfriend done slapped him outta his chair
Poor ole boy it ain't his fault
It's so hard not to stare
At that honky tonk badonkadonk
Make ya wanna swing along
Shut my mouth slap your grandma
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy how'd she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
Now Honey you can't blame her
For what her mama gave her
It ain't right to hate her
For workin' that money-maker
But we're hangin' out till three
But love to watch her leave
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
Make ya wanna swing along
Shut my mouth slap your grandma
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy how'd she even get them britches on
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
(Ooh that's what I'm talkin' bout right there honey)
We don't care about the drinkin'
Barely listen to the band
Our hands they start a shakin'
When she gets the urge to dance
You think you fell in love
Boys you better keep your distance
You can look but you can't touch
That honkey tonk badonkadonk
Make ya wanna swing along
Shut my mouth slap your grandma
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy how'd she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
That honky tonk badonkadonk
Yeah that honky tonk badonkadonk
(That's it right there boys that's why we do what we do
It ain't for the money it ain't for the glory it ain't for the free whiskey
It's for the badonkadonk)