Dead At The Honky Tonk

Knee-deep in the Bulleit, one foot in the dirt
Yeah, his bloodshot eyes are empty
As a Monday mornin' church
On a stool in the corner, where he's been all week
Only way I know he's breathin' is he just took a drink

And he keeps headin' toward the neon light

There's a hole in his heart down at the hole in the wall
They found him with his hand
Wrapped 'round a whiskey poured too strong
There ain't no murder weapon
Just a note that says she's gone
And if they put it in the paper
Then it wouldn't say much at all
One man dead at the honky tonk

We all saw it comin' from a mile away
And we knew that her goodbye would put him in the grave
And no, she won't go to prison, but he's doin' life
She tied him to the bar and let that firewater rise

Her leavin' sent him to the other side

There's a hole in his heart down at the hole in the wall
They found him with his hand
Wrapped 'round a whiskey poured too strong
There ain't no murder weapon
Just a note that says she's gone
And if they put it in the paper
Then it wouldn't say much at all
One man dead at the honky tonk

He's leanin' on that bottle, and it's cuttin' like a knife
And he keeps headin' toward the neon light

There's a hole in his heart down at the hole in the wall
And they found him in there drownin' in a whiskey waterfall
There ain't no murder weapon
Just a note that says she's gone
And if they put it in the paper
Then it wouldn't say much at all
One man dead at the honky tonk

One man dead at the honky tonk
One man dead at the honky tonk
One man dead at the honky tonk