Lyrics:

I got a house, down a backroad
I got a flag on the front porch
I got a dog named Waylon
I got a driveway that needs paving
I got a boat with a two stroke
A couple guaranteed to make you 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 the 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 Sheila
She goes batshit on tequila
I 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 the wall, for a good time call
I'm a local legend on a Friday night
In a Pabst Blue Ribbon neon light

I might not end up in the hall of fame
With a star on the 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'll go down to the Honkytonk
I'll go down to the Honkytonk
I'll go down, I'll go down to the Honkytonk
I'll go down to the Honkytonk
I'll go down to the Honkytonk
I'll go down, I'll go down to the Honkytonk

I might not end up in the hall of fame
With a star on the 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'll go down to the Honkytonk
I'll go down to the Honkytonk
I'll go down, I'll go down to the Honkytonk
I'll go down to the Honkytonk
I'll go down to the Honkytonk
I'll go down, I'll go down to the Honkytonk