I work on a mountain cutting the timber
I work 'til my fingers are sore
Cutting the timber goes through the sawmill
To build another Honky Tonk bar

While down in the valley, she spending my money
Having herself quite a ball
Spending my money I earn at the sawmill
To build another Honky Tonk Bar

Early each morning, I'm back on that mountain
Wishing our lives were the truth
Cutting the timber that goes through sawmill
To build another Honky Tonk bar

But tonight's all over, I'm through cutting timber
I know just where she'll be found
I look through the window
Guess she's still in there
I am going to burn another Honky Tonk down

Tonights all over, I am through cutting timber
I know just where she'll be found
I look through the window
I guess she's still in there
I am gonna burn another Honky Tonk down
I look through the window
I guess she's still in there
I am gonna burn another Honky Tonk down