I've got
a strong suspicion
that my baby's coming down
With a mighty bad affliction
that's been going round the town
I don't know who she caught it from,
but she's showing all the signs
of having honky -tonk itis,
and she's got it bad this time.
I know she had it once or twice
before I came along,
but I was sure our love would be enough
to keep her home.
Now that old infection's comin' back
And things are lookin' sad
Cause she's got honky -tonk -itis
And Lord, she's got it bad
Honky -tonk -itis
It's a bending of the mind
It's whiskey drinkin', slowly sinkin'
Love destroyin' kind
Barstool ridin', downhill slidin',
jukebox songs and wine
She's got honky -tonk -itis,
and she's got it bad this time
My baby's showing all the symptoms
that I know so well
And I don't need a doctor's
diagnosis just to tell
That this honky -tonk addiction
is a sure and certain sign
That our love has fallen victim
to the fever of the wine
Honky -tonk -itis,
it's a bending of the mind
It's whiskey drinkin', slowly sinkin',
love destroyin' kind
Barstool ridin',
downhill slidin',
jukebox songs and wine
She's got honky -tonk -itis,
and she's got it
Yes, she's got honky -tonk itis,
and she's got it bad this time.