Honky Tonk Dancing Machine Songtext
von Sydney Devine

I could tell she was a hot rod
When she walked in all alone
Made a pit stop at the front bar
And in a puff of smoke was gone
I bawled at her snare like barefoot
But she was too far out of sight
Well I tried to catch up but that girl
Was running one hell of a race tonight

She′s a real low mindless country music
Beat driven honky tonk dancing machine
All it takes to keep her fired up
Are boots and wrangler jeans
She scoops about fifty times around the floor
And one shot of Jim Beam
She's a real low mindless country music
Beat driven honky tonk dancing machine


There′s a guy on every corner
Watching her take a bend
And hoping that he'll be the next one
To take her for a spin
Well she's not the kind that can be wired up
With money or romance
She′s got a body built for pleasure
But all she wants to do is dance

She′s a real low mindless country music
Beat driven honky tonk dancing machine
All it takes to keep her fired up
Are boots and wrangler jeans
She scoops about fifty times around the floor
And one shot of Jim Beam

She's a real low mindless country music
Beat driven honky tonk dancing machine
She scoops about fifty times around the floor
And one shot of Jim Beam
She′s a real low mindless country music
Beat driven honky tonk dancing machine