Songwriter: Mick Jagger Keith Richards
I met a gin soaked bar-room man in Memphis;
He tried to take me upstairs for a ride...
He had to leave me right across his shoulder
'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind...
Oh!
I'm a honky tonk woman;
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk man...
I laid a V.I.P in New York City
But I had to pull myself out of some kinda fire... yeah!
But later, the man, he covered me with roses... yeah
He blew my nose and then he blew my mind...
Oh!
I'm a honky tonk woman;
Gimme, gimme, gimme a honky tonk man...
Oh, give it to me now!
Oh! I'm a honky tonk woman;
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk man... Oh!
I'm a hon... honky tonk woman
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk man... Yeah...
Whoo!
He tried to take me upstairs for a ride...
He had to leave me right across his shoulder
'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind...
Oh!
I'm a honky tonk woman;
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk man...
I laid a V.I.P in New York City
But I had to pull myself out of some kinda fire... yeah!
But later, the man, he covered me with roses... yeah
He blew my nose and then he blew my mind...
Oh!
I'm a honky tonk woman;
Gimme, gimme, gimme a honky tonk man...
Oh, give it to me now!
Oh! I'm a honky tonk woman;
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk man... Oh!
I'm a hon... honky tonk woman
Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk man... Yeah...
Whoo!