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Rolling StonesI met a gin-soaked, bar-room queen in MemphisHonky Tonk Women
 
 
 She tried to take me upstairs for a ride
 She had to heave me right across shoulder
 'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind
 
 It's the Honky Tonk Women
 Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues
 
 I laid a divorcée in New York City
 I had to put up some kind of a fight
 The lady then she covered me with roses
 She blew my nose and then she blew my mind
 
 It's the Honky Tonk Women
 Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues
 It's the Honky Tonk Women
 Gimme, gimme...
 Alright!
 
 It's the Honky Tonk Women
 Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues
 Yeah, it's the Honky Tonk Women
 Gimme, gimme...
 
 
 
 
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