Honky Tonk Time Machine -George Strait （治·斯特雷特）
Lyrics by ：Bubba Strait /Brice Long /Bart Butler
Composed by ：Bubba Strait /Brice Long /Bart Butler
Well he comes in here on the first and fifteenth
Pockets just jinglin'like a tambourine
Makes a beeline over to that old jukebox
Fills it up to the top and needle drops
And it's off like a rocket in a neon haze
Spinnin''em back to the good old days
Beer gets to flowin'and the whiskey pours
There ain't an empty spot on the old dance floor
All cowboy hats boots and jeans
Ridin'that honky tonk time machine
He's gonna make d**n sure the jukebox don't rock
And the record's gonna be the only thing that bops
He's an old-school cold longneck DJ
And look at him now here comes them old green snakes
And it's off like a rocket in a neon haze
Spinnin''em back to the good old days
Beer gets to flowin'and the whiskey pours
There ain't an empty spot on the old dance floor
All cowboy hats boots and jeans
Ridin'that honky tonk time machine
From A to Z and everything between
He's flying that honky tonk time machine
And it's off like a rocket in a neon haze
Spinnin''em back to the good old days
Beer gets to flowin'and the whiskey pours
There ain't an empty spot on the old dance floor
All cowboy hats boots and jeans
Ridin'that honky tonk time machine
Everybody's back in MWZ
They're ridin'that honky tonk time machine
Well he comes in here on the first and fifteenth
Pockets just jinglin'like a tambourine
Makes a beeline over to that old jukebox
Fills it up to the top and needle drops