The Last Honky Tonk

I’m still smoking still trying to catch a fire

Still drinking trying to quench insane desires

Still undecided about things that I want

Still looking for the last honky tonk

Still moving down the track but the train has lost its engineer

And the white dove of peace sounds like a crow in my ear

I hear the whistles blowing as the car horns endlessly honk

It all fits into music from the last honky tonk

I still have a love for music and heart my baby owns

The sounds in my head has driven me from my home

If Jesus should appear right now and take the children he wants

I might be singing Hank down at the last honky tonk

Still moving down the track but the train has lost its engineer

The white dove of peace sounds like a crow in my ear

When I hear the whistles blowing as the car horns endlessly honk

All fits into music from the last honky tonk

And I hear the whistles blowing as the car horns endlessly honk

And it all fits into music from the last honky tonk

Hey man I’ll meet you down there on Sixteenth Avenue there at the Idlehour

You know, right there on Sixteenth man, on the other side of that church.