Lyrics

Well Mama told me son you better get yourself a job
That guitar is okay but what you gonna fall back on
Tried workin? for the goverment I hauled some coffee beans
Had to get outta there you shoulda heard what I seen

Kept thinkin? to myself someday I?m gonna show ?em all
Mama said you better look ?cause where you gonna fall
You?ll wake up one fine mornin? see the writin? on the wall
You?re spendin? all your best years in those honky tonkin? bars

These are your best years, some of your best years
You?ll wake up one fine mornin? see the writin? on the wall
Your?e spendin? all your best years in those honky tonkin? bars

Now I?m just a local boy just a doin? what I?m doin?
Ain?t no use to worryin? if I?m on the road to ruin
With my buddies in the band and my friends out on the floor
I was spendin? all my best years in these honky tonkin? bars

I spent my best years, some of my best years
With my buddies in the band and my friends out on the floor
I was spendin? all my best years in these honky tonkin? bars

Well I never made a lot of money playin? this guitar
I thought I?d go to Hollywood I never went too far
Mama said you know you could have been a coffee czar
Well there?s somethin? to be said about bein? where you are

These are my best years, some of my best years
With my buddies in the band and my friends out on the floor
I spent some of my best years in these honky tonkin? bars

These are my best years, some of my best years
With mama still warnin? bout the writin? on the wall
I was spendin? all my best years in these honky tonkin? bars