I work on the mountain cutting the timber
I work till my fingers are sore
Cutting the timber, goes through the saw mill
To build another honky tonk bar
While down in the valley she's spending my money
Having herself quit a ball
Spending my money I earn at the sawmill
To build another honky tonk bar
Early each morning I'm back on that mountain
Wishing her lies were the truth
Cutting the tiber that goes through the sawmill
To build another honky tonk bar
But tonight's all over
I'm through cutting the timber
I know right where she'll be found
I look through the window
And if she's still in there
I'm gonna burn a honky tonk down
Yes tonight's all over
I'm through cutting the timber
I know right where she'll be found
I'll look through the window
And if she's still in there
I'm gonna burn another honky tonk down
I'll look through the window
And if she's still in there
I'm gonna burn another honky tonk down
