Oh, I know wanna sound weak

Is lookin' old and time to seek

While the hooker in the doorway

Leaves to turn another cheek



And the jukebox in the Camberlay

Is blearing out the blues

But the blues is just a way of life

On Honky tonk Avenue



Where the swingers and the hustlers

And the evening people dwell

Where the neon shines toward heaven

While it lights the way to hell



Time to survive and time to stay alive

S'about all a man can do

You can make it anywhere

If you can make it out there

On Honky tonk Avenue



Where all birds of a feather

Were out here on the street

In all kinds of weather



Were all in this thing together

Were just trying to make a living

Just trying to get by



It's a one-way street to nowhere

Where nothing's as it seems

It's a multi-car junkyard

Full of a thousand broken dreams



And it's the end of the line

Where the sun don't shine

And there's nothing left to lose

Well it sure ain't a lot but it's all that we've got

On Honky-Tonk Avenue



Where all birds of a feather

Were out here on the street in all kinds of weather

Were all in this thing together



Were just trying to make a living

Just trying to get by

Were just trying to make a living

Just trying to get by



Oh, I know wanna sound weak

Is lookin' old and time to seek

Writer : C. DANIELS F. EDWARDS C. HAYWOOD T. CRAIN T. DIGREGORIO
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group