by Con Chapman
You said you were goin' outside for a smoke.
A half hour later I called up your folks.
They said you weren't there and just laughed at your joke.
And you weren't in bed when I next awoke.
I got in the car to drive around town.
I'd find you if I had to hunt you down.
Our life is a circus, and I play the clown.
If I let myself cry, I'd most likely drown.
I wish I could break your honky-tonk heart
Into little pieces and tear them apart
Then throw them away like sharp little darts
At the next man who falls for your honky-tonk heart.
I found you at Darrell's, the bar down the street.
A place where loose women and tight men might meet.
I looked on the dance floor, my vision complete,
And you there a twirlin' so light on your feet.
I said “Come on home, your babies need you.”
You said “They'll be fine, I'm losin' my blues.”
You knocked back a drink, and kicked off your shoes.
Tomorrow the whole town will all know the news.
I wish I could break your honky-tonk heart
Into little pieces and tear them apart
Then throw them away like sharp little darts
At the next man who falls for your honky-tonk heart.
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Louvin Brothersesque...loved these lyrics 'bout a man done wrong by his honky tonkin woman.*
It's the spit curls I can't resist.