The Charlie Daniels Band Follow

The woman on the sidewalk is looking old and tired and sick
While a hooker in the doorway needs to turn another cheek
And the jukebox in the cabaret is blaring the blues
But the blues are 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
Trying to survive, trying to stay alive is about all a man can do
You can make it anywhere if you can make it out there on Honky Tonk Avenue

CHORUS:
We’re all birds of a feather
We’re out here on this street in all kinds of weather
We’re all in this thing all together
We’re just trying to make a living
We’re just trying to get by

It’s a one-way street to nowhere, where nothing’s as it seems
It’s a multi-colored junkyard for a thousand broken dreams
Can you see ___________________ where the sun don’t shine and nothing left to loose
It sure ain’t a lot, but it is all that we got on Honky Tonk Avenue

CHORUS

The woman on the sidewalk is looking old and tired and sick