Got a house down a back road
I got a flag on the front porch
I got a dog named Waylon
I got a driveway that needs pavin'
I got a boat with a two stroke
A couple "guaranteed to make ya laugh" jokes
I got friends in low places
Yeah, life is what you make it

I might not end up in the Hall of Fame
With a star on a sidewalk with my name
Or a statue in my hometown when I'm gone
Nobody gonna name their babies after me
I might not go down in history
But I'll go down to the honkytonk

I got a girl, named Shelia
She goes batshit on tequila
Got a job, that gets the job done
I got a loan at the bank, it's a big one
The only place you might see my name
Is on a wall "for a good time call"
I'm a local legend on a Friday night
Then a Pabst Blue Ribbon, neon light

I might not end up in the Hall of Fame
With a star on a sidewalk with my name
Or a statue in my hometown when I'm gone
Nobody gonna name their babies after me
I might not go down in history
But I'll go down to the honkytonk

I go down to the honkytonk
I go down to the honkytonk
I go down
I go down to the honkytonk
I go down to the honkytonk
I go down to the honkytonk
I go down
I go down to the honkytonk
(Yeah, let's go, come on)

I might not end up in the Hall of Fame
With a star on a sidewalk with my name
Or a statue in my hometown when I'm gone
Nobody gonna name their babies after me
I might not go down in history
But I'll go down to the honkytonk

I go down to the honkytonk
I go down to the honkytonk
I go down
I go down to the honkytonk
I go down to the honkytonk
I go down to the honkytonk
I go down
I go down to the honkytonk

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Writer(s): Luke Robert Laird, Rodney Dale Clawson, Shane L. McAnally