Written by Marty Stuart 



Well I was born for Saturday night

Looking for trouble and ready to fight

I was made to be wild and free

Where it's loud and bright, that's where I'll be

And I might change some day I guess

But honky tonkin's what I do best 

I can juke all night without taking a breath

Get out on the floor, dance myself to death

I'm a wild-eyed, certified, bonafide general mess

And honky tonkin's what I do best



I never had much luck with society

My momma used to say "he don't belong to me"

But deep down I think daddy understood

He always made me feel like I was worth some good

Sister moved to New York and she's a big success (I'm so impressed)

But honky tonkin's what I do best



I can juke all night without taking a breath

Get out on the floor, dance myself to death

I'm a wild-eyed, certified, bonafide general mess

And honky tonkin's what I do best

Honky tonkin's what I do best

Yeah, I said honky tonkin's what I do best

Honky tonkin's what I do best