[00:00.000] 作曲 : Hank Thompson/Bud, Auge/Zubulake
[00:08]Lights are bright all through the night in honky tonk town
[00:14]Each Cabaret seems bright and gay when love has turned you down
[00:20]The jukebox plays to broken hearts the saddest kind of songs
[00:26]And red wine flows each night for those who´s love affair went wrong
[00:34]For them it´s just a one way street a road of no return
[00:41]For each heartache a drink they´ll take but still the memories burn
[00:47]Just smoke filled rooms and cheap perfume and the call for another round
[00:53]Life wasn´t sweet to those you meet in honky tonk town
[01:28]You´ll find that crime has all but died in honky tonk town
[01:35]No longer proud I´ve joined the crowd and laid my honor down
[01:42]Visions of the one I love keeps gnawing at my soul
[01:47]Now my heart pines meet flashing signs in an atmosphere so cold
[01:55]I´m heading down that one way street a road of no return
[02:02]For each heartache a drink I´ll take but still the memories burn
[02:08]Just smoke filled rooms and cheap perfume and the call for another round
[02:14]With a broken heart I´m now a part of honky tonk town

作曲 : Hank Thompson/Bud, Auge/Zubulake
Lights are bright all through the night in honky tonk town
Each Cabaret seems bright and gay when love has turned you down
The jukebox plays to broken hearts the saddest kind of songs
And red wine flows each night for those who´s love affair went wrong
For them it´s just a one way street a road of no return
For each heartache a drink they´ll take but still the memories burn
Just smoke filled rooms and cheap perfume and the call for another round
Life wasn´t sweet to those you meet in honky tonk town
You´ll find that crime has all but died in honky tonk town
No longer proud I´ve joined the crowd and laid my honor down
Visions of the one I love keeps gnawing at my soul
Now my heart pines meet flashing signs in an atmosphere so cold
I´m heading down that one way street a road of no return
For each heartache a drink I´ll take but still the memories burn
Just smoke filled rooms and cheap perfume and the call for another round
With a broken heart I´m now a part of honky tonk town