Sunny Side Honky-Tonk

(hahaha) The tin roof's humming

in the midday heat

Old-timers kicking up their dusty feet

Cold tap is flowing,

the fan's turning slow

Got no big plans and nowhere to go

So pour 'em up high,

let the laughter ring

This sunburned crowd is ready to sing

Under the pine trees we'll dance in the clay

Letting the afternoon drift away (ooh

yeah)

Old Jimmy's bragging

on his four-wheel ride

With a coolers-worth of cold cans parked inside

We'll dust off the trails when the shadows get long

But right now we're humming this jukebox song

So pour 'em up high,

let the laughter ring

This sunburned crowd is ready to sing

Under the pine trees we'll dance in the clay

Letting the afternoon drift away (ooh-ooh)

Heading out to the trail now,

boys! (yee-haw)