Walls Of This Old Honky Tonk

If everything that goes on in this place was ever known Well I hope I'm in Alaska just a little southeast of Nome Cause the one I love would snap my neck just like a piece of chalk If the walls in this old Honky Tonk ever learned to talk They're watching me cheat on you They hear everything I say they see everything I do You could bury me beneath these hardwood floors where losers walk If the walls in this old Honky Tonk ever learned to talk They know every time I've called and said I'm working late They know enough to turn my baby's love right into hate It scares me half to death to think how gone my baby'd be If the walls in this old Honky Tonk could ever tell on me They're watching me cheat on you They hear everything I say they see everything I do You could bury me beneath these hardwood floors where losers walk If the walls in this old Honky Tonk ever learned to talk If the walls in this old Honky Tonk ever learned to talk