I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis She tried to take me upstairs for a ride She had to heave me right across her shoulder 'cause I just can't seem to drink ya off my mind (it's a-honky tonk women) (gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues) I layed a divorcee in new york city I had to put up some kind of a fight The lady, then she covered me in roses She blew my nose and then she blew my mind Hey! (it's a-honky tonk women.) (gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.) Yeah, all right