| A | D | |
| I'm sittin' in a bar, nibblin' a jar in | Jackson |
| A | E | |
| And | on the street the summer sun it | shines |
| A | D | |
| There's | many a bar-room queen I've had in | Jackson |
| A | E | A | |
| But I | just can't seem to | drink you off my | mind |
| A | E | A | |
| It's the | hon | ky tonk | women |
| E | A | |
| Gimme, gimme, | gimme the honky tonk | blues |
| I laid a divorcee in New York City |
| I had to put up some kind of a fight |
| The lady she all dressed me up in roses |
| She blew my nose and then she blew my mind |
| It's the honky tonk women |
| Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues |
| It's the honky tonk women |
| Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues |
| It's the honky tonk women |
| Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues |