Lyrics:

I got a Lone Star beer in my left hand
And my sweetheart holds my right
There's a little dive down on a lost highway
That's goin' to rock and roll tonight
Now there's an old jukebox on a sawdust floor
Playing Hank and Patson Klein
Hey, good-looking, you better stay put
You've got leaving on your mind
'Cause there's a honky-tonk moon in a western sky
I like my boot cut low, I like my whiskey right
There's a honky-tonk moon, and I don't want to go home
I want a yippee-ya-ho-ka-yay, 'til the night is gone
Well, the pool balls click, and the air is thick, they're smoking barbecue
And a cowgirl smiles, and she walks right up to a cowboy on a stool
She says, "Now don't sit still, let's play Bob Wills, we'll cut a rug in two"
So heart-to-heart, and cheek to cheek, that's exactly what they'll do
'Cause there's a honky-tonk moon in a western sky
I like my boot cut low, I like my whiskey right
There's a honky-tonk moon, and I don't want to go home
I want a yippee-ya-ho-ka-yay, 'til the night is gone
Oh, take me back to San Antone

'Cause there's a honky-tonk moon in a western sky
I like my boot cut low, real low, I like my whiskey right
There's a honky-tonk moon and I don't want to go home
I want a yippee-ya-ho-ka-yay, 'til the night is gone
I want a yip-yip-yippee-ya-ho-ka-yay
'Til the honky-tonk moon is gone