No bartenders No guitars with B-Benders No two-steppin´ shuffles No shiny belt buckles No sawdust in sight
No cold Lone Star Light Well, they´ve mopped all the floors Locked all the doors And turned out the lights
Y´all they´ve closed down the honky tonks And now my world ain´t turning The jukebox ran out of change And the neon lights ain´t buzzing There ain´t nothin´ sadder Than covering Haggard And nobody singing along Y´all they´ve closed down the honky tonks
There´s no Broken Spoke Dim lights or thick smoke No more rowdy and reckless No more Billy Bob´s Texas
No barstool backsliding No Gilley´s bull riding No more last call No boots in Gruene Hall Damn, that ain´t right
They´ve closed down the honky tonks And now my world ain´t turning The jukebox ran out of change And the neon lights ain´t buzzing There ain´t nothin´ sadder Than covering Haggard And nobody singing along Y´all they´ve closed down the honky tonks