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Of trying to break free from this sadness that I can't lay to rest
This old honky-tonk sure does feel like home
And the music with the laughter seem to soothe my loneliness

So turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose
From the memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue
It helps me forget her, so the louder the better
Hey mister, turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose

If a tear should fall, if I should whisper her name
To some stranger I'm holdin' while we're dancin'
To an old Buck Owens song
I know she won't mind, she won't even know
She'll be dancing with a memory, crying teardrops of her own

So turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose
From the memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue
It helps me forget her, so the louder the better
Hey mister, turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose

So turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose
From the memory that's driving me lonely, crazy and blue
It helps me forget her, so the louder the better
Hey mister, turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose
Yeah, mister, turn it on, turn it up, turn me loose

Of trying to break free from this sadness that I can't lay to rest
This old honky-tonk sure does feel like home