The way it comes in here on the 1st and 15th The pocket's just jinglin' like a tambourine Makes a feed line over to that old jukebox Fills it up to the top and the needle drops And it's on like a rocket in a neon day Spinnin' them back to the good ol' days Beer gets to flowin' in the whiskey porter And 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 pops He's an old-school, cold, long-neck DJ And look at him now, he comes in more green sticks And it's on like a rocket in a neon day Spinnin' them back to the good ol' days Beer gets to flowin' in the whiskey porter And an empty spot on the old dance floor All cowboy hats, boots and jeans Ridin' that honky-tonk time machine Amazing seein' everything between He's flyin' that honky-tonk time machine And it's on like a rocket in a neon day Spinnin' them back to the good ol' days Beer gets to flowin' in the whiskey porter And an empty spot on the old dance floor All cowboy hats, boots and jeans Ridin' that honky-tonk time machine Everybody back in M.W.C. Ridin' that honky-tonk time machine Well, he comes in here on the first and fifteenth o'clock He's just jigglin' like a tambourine Makes a B-line over to that old jukebox Fills it up to the top and the needle drops And it's on like a rocket in a neon day