Honky-Tonk Dancing Machine

I could tell she was a hot rod

When she walked in all alone

Made a pit stop at the front bar

In a puff of smoke was gone

I followed her smell of perfume

'Cause she was too far out of sight

Tried to catch up but the girl was running

One hell of a race tonight

She's a real low maintenance

Country music beat driven

Honky-tonk dancing machine

All it takes to keep her tuned up

Is boots and Wrangler jeans

She scoots about fifty times around the floor

On one shot of Jim Beam

She's a real low maintenance

Country music beat driven

Honky-tonk dancing machine

There's a guy on every corner

Watchin' her make the bend

Hopin' he'll be the next one

To take her for a spin

She's not the kind that can be hot wired

With money or romance

Got a body build for pleasure

But all she wants to do is dance

And she's a real low maintenance

Country music beat driven

Honky-tonk dancing machine

All it takes to keep her tuned up

Is boots and Wrangler jeans

She scoots about fifty times around the floor

On one shot of Jim Beam

She's a real low maintenance

Country music beat driven

Honky-tonk dancing machine

She scoots about fifty times around the floor

On one shot of Jim Beam

She's a real low maintenance

Country music beat driven

Honky-tonk dancing machine

She's a real low maintenance

Country music beat driven

Honky-tonk dancing machine