a killer song by the stones!I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in MemphisShe tried to take me upstairs for a rideShe had to heave her right across my shoulder'Cause I just don't seem to drink you off my mindIt's the honky tonk womenGimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk bluesI played a divorcee in New York CityI had to put up some kind of a fightThe lady then she covered me in rosesShe blew my nose and then she blew my mind.It's the honky tonk womenGimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk bluesIt's the honky tonk womenGimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk bluesIt's the honky tonk womenGimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk bluesSongwritersJAGGER, MICK / RICHARDS, KEITH