Lyrics:

Written by Ashley Goring, Wade Kirby and Hugh Simpson



If the whole world was a honky-tonk,

And it revolved around an old jukebox,

We'd tell our troubles to the Bar,

Over cryin' steel guitars,

And soon, they'd all be gone.

Yeah, if you asked me what I thought,

I'd say: 'We'd be better off,

'If the whole world was a honky-tonk.'



You could smoke that cigarette,

An' be politically incorrect.

Show off that red 'round your neck:

Not hear a single soul object.

Wouldn't need no lawyers to decide,

Who is wrong and who is right.

No need for big expensive trials:

Brother, we'd just step outside.



If the whole world was a honky-tonk,

And it revolved around an old jukebox,

We'd tell our troubles to the Bar,

Over cryin' steel guitars,

And soon, they'd all be gone.

Yeah, if you asked me what I thought,

I'd say: 'We'd be better off,

'If the whole world was a honky-tonk.'



Wouldn't have to pay no tax:

Just set a tip jar in the back.

If we ran low, we'd pass the hat:

I bet we'd all be in the black,

If the whole world was a honky-tonk.



Instrumental Break.



And if you're lookin' love:

Someone to heal that broken heart.

Hey, buddy, you'd be in half.

You wouldn't have to go that far.



If the whole world was a honky-tonk,

And it revolved around an old jukebox,

We'd tell our troubles to the Bar,

Over cryin' steel guitars,

And soon, they'd all be gone.

If you asked me what I thought,

I'd say: 'We'd be better off,

'If the whole world was a honky-tonk.'



Life would be a three-chord song,

And the king would be George Jones,

If the whole world was a honky-tonk.



Instrumental Fade.