I met a gin-soaked barroom 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 you off my mind. (chorus) It's the honky tonk women, That 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, then she covered me in roses, She blew my nose and then she blew my mind. (chorus) (chorus) (chorus)