Well he comes in here on

The first and fifteenth

Pockets just jinglin′ like a tambourineMakes a beeline over

To that old jukebox

Fills it up to the top and needle drops

And it's off like a rocket

In a neon haze

Spinnin′ 'em back to

The good old days

Beer gets to flowin' and

The whiskey pours

There ain′t an empty spot

On the old dance floor

All cowboy hats, boots, and jeans

Ridin′ that honky tonk time machine

He's gonna make damn

Sure the jukebox don′t rock

And the record's gonna be

The only thing that bops

He′s an old-school, cold long neck DJ

And look at him now,

Here comes them old green snakes

And it's off like a rocket

In a neon haze

Spinnin′ 'em back to

The good old days

Beer gets to flowin' and

The whiskey pours

There ain′t an empty spot

On the old dance floor

All cowboy hats, boots, and jeans

Ridin′ that honky tonk time machine

From A to Z, and everything between

He's flying that honky tonk time machine

And it′s off like a rocket

In a neon haze

Spinnin' ′em back to the

Good old days

Beer gets to flowin' and

The whiskey pours

There ain′t an empty spot

On the old dance floor

All cowboy hats, boots, and jeans

Ridin' that honky tonk time machine

Everybody's back in MWZ

They′re ridin′ that honky tonk time machine

Well he comes in here on

The first and fifteenth

Pockets just jinglin' like a tambourine

Makes a beeline over to that old jukebox

Fills it up to the top and the needle drops