Texty:
Mark Chesnutt Savin The Honky Tonk

The Lord loves the drinkin' man. He sends honky-tonk angels to the Promised Land, I hear that he can turn water to wine. Any man that can do that, oh

Well, you don't care how I hurt You don't care how I've cried You gotta learn you can?t do me This way and get by with it. Well, I don't know, I don

Don't ruin it for the rest of us With your braggin' that you fell in love Can't you see we're kinda busy here Swappin lies and cryin' in our beer. So

i stay up late and read a lot at night. lately she?s begun to wonder why. she don?t know i?m scared that i?ll start talking in my sleep. you?re a hard

[ Verse 1 ] Well now, early one day, i was on my way to my favorite fishin' hole. i was think i could sure use another bottle of booze and my baits a

I know it's late, and it's a lot to ask of you I know that you been working, Hey, I'm tired too You probably thought that last call would be the last

Would you like to hear I love you, all the time And if you couldn't turn around without touching, would you mind You know there's something missing '

You say country like it's a bad thing, Tease me baby for the way I am Uptown, uptight, you're way a living I can never be that kind of man. You got