I’m standing in a honky tonk, two steps down,
The angel on my shoulder says “leave it alone,”
But the devil in a blue dress says, “why don;t you come around
I can go for a man who’s not at home.”

She had eyes like diamonds, hard and wild,
A body like Venus rising from the sea,
She had danger in laughter, and rapture in her eyes,
She said “what’s life without some ecstasy?”

Well, I try to be a good man, honest and true,
Work every day and shine my shoes,
But there’s just three habits I can’t seem to lose,
Wine, women, and the blues.

I had a good friend, his story’s short and cruel,
He had three lovely children and a beautiful wife,
He got a good job when he left school,
He was insured for life.

He climbed his hill till he got to the top,
Then he heard a guitar and started to roll,
He found some loose lovely women who were ready to rock,
And he displaced his soul.

He tried to be a good man, honest and true,
Worked every day in a three-piece suit,
But there’s just three habits he couldn’t seem to lose,
Wine, women and the blues.

Well, my hair’s turning gray, I’ve been around the block,
People try to tell me that the world has changed,
It’s not busting its conk on honky tonk,
Now it’s porn, facebook [tik-tok], and games.

But I know some things sleep no better than rust,
Some things can’t be rearranged,
You might be stardust or just plain dust,
Temptation don’t change.

You can put a tuxedo on the funky blues,
Upgrade to Chateauneuf-du-pape,
You can date an anchor from the network news,
But man it’s the same old shop.

You can try to be a good man, honest and true,
Work every day and shine your shoes,
But there’s just three habits that are so hard to lose,
Wine, women,
Then there’s wine, women
Wine women, and The Blues.