Well, it 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
And it's all black, a rocket and a neon haze
Spinning them back to the good old days
Here gets the 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
guitar solo
He's gonna make it
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 coat, long neck DJ
Look out now, here comes them old green snakes
And it's all black, a rocket and a neon haze
Spinning them back to the good old days
Here gets the 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
guitar solo
Well, maybe see and never think between
He's ridin' that honky-tonk time machine
guitar solo
Well, maybe see and never think between
Here comes them old green snakes
Ridin' that honky-tonk time machine
Everybody back in MWC
Ridin' that honky-tonk time machine
guitar solo
Well, he comes in here on the first and fifteenth pocket
Just drinking like a tambourine
Makes a beeline over to that old jukebox
Fills it up to the top and the needle drops