Intro
(Drums only / Spoken) Turn it up some!
Alright boys, this is her favorite song
You know that right
So, if we play it good and loud
She might get up and dance again (E5)
(E5) Ooh, she put her beer down
(E5) Here she comes
(E5) Here she comes
(E5) Left left left right left
Whoo
(E5) Husslers shootin' eightball
Throwin' darts at the wall
Feelin' damn near 10 ft. tall
Here she comes, Lord help us all
(F#5) Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done (G) slapped him outta his chair
(A) Poor ole boy, it ain't his fault
It's (C) so hard not to (D) stare
At that (E5) honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it (A5) goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And (E5) whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There (F#5) outta be a law
Get the (G) Sheriff on the phone
(A) Lord have mercy, how's she even (C) get them britches (D) on
With that (E5) honky tonk badonkadonk
Now (E5) Honey, you can't blame her
For what her mama gave her
You ain't gotta hate her
For workin' that money-maker
(F#5) Band shuts down at two
But we're (G) hangin' out till three
We (A) hate to see her go
But (C) love to watch her (D) leave
Repeat Chorus
Solo
We don't (A) care bout the drinkin'
Barely listen to the band
Our (E) hands, they start a shakin'
When she gets the urge to dance
Drivin' (F#5) everybody crazy
You (G5) think you fell in love
(A5) Boys, you better keep your distance
You can (C5) look but you can't (D5) touch
Repeat Chorus
Spoken: (E5) That's it, right there boys, that's why we do what we do
(E5) It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory, it ain't for the free whiskey
(E5) It's for the badonkadonk
