I got a house, down a backroad
I got a flag on the front porch
I got a dog named Waylon
I got a driveway that needs paving
I got a boat with a two stroke
A couple guaranteed to make you laugh jokes
I got friends in low places
Yeah, life is what you make it
I might not end up in the hall of fame
With a star on the sidewalk with my name
Or a statue in my hometown when I'm gone
Nobody gonna name their babies after me
I might not go down in history
But, I'll go down to the Honkytonk
I got a girl named Sheila
She goes batshit on tequila
I got a job that gets the job done
I got a loan at the bank, it's a big one
The only place you might see my name
Is on the wall, for a good time call
I'm a local legend on a Friday night
In a Pabst Blue Ribbon neon light
I might not end up in the hall of fame
With a star on the sidewalk with my name
Or a statue in my hometown when I'm gone
Nobody gonna name their babies after me
I might not go down in history
But, I'll go down to the Honkytonk
I go down to the Honkytonk
I go down to the Honkytonk
I go down, I go down to the Honkytonk
I go down to the Honkytonk
I go down to the Honkytonk
I go down, I go down to the Honkytonk
I might not end up in the hall of fame
With a star on the sidewalk with my name
Or a statue in my hometown when I'm gone
Nobody gonna name their babies after me
I might not go down in history
But, I'll go down to the Honkytonk
I go down to the Honkytonk
I go down to the Honkytonk
I go down, I go down to the Honkytonk
I go down to the Honkytonk
I go down to the Honkytonk
I go down, I go down to the Honkytonk