Oh, I know wanna sound weak   Is lookin? old and time to seek   While the hooker in the doorway   Leaves to turn another cheek      And the jukebox in the Camberlay   Is blearing out the blues   But the blues is 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      Time to survive and time to stay alive   S?about all a man can do   You can make it anywhere   If you can make it out there   On Honky tonk Avenue      Where all birds of a feather   Were out here on the street   In all kinds of weather      Were all in this thing together   Were just trying to make a living   Just trying to get by      It?s a one-way street to nowhere   Where nothing?s as it seems   It?s a multi-car junkyard   Full of a thousand broken dreams      And it?s the end of the line   Where the sun don?t shine   And there?s nothing left to lose   Well it sure ain?t a lot but it?s all that we?ve got   On Honky-Tonk Avenue      Where all birds of a feather   Were out here on the street in all kinds of weather   Were all in this thing together      Were just trying to make a living   Just trying to get by   Were just trying to make a living   Just trying to get by      Oh, I know wanna sound weak   Is lookin? old and time to seek