Lyrics

J.C. Kelly was 90 yrs old when he took his last breath and closed his eyes
He didn’t get the lines on his face overnight
Old block building stuck out in the woods long before the highway came though.
Ruth said it ain’t been the same since 62

At the last honky-tonk on Rockdale Hill
The green 5 up table in the back it sits there still
They got pickled eggs and Strohs and they always will
At the last honkytonk on Rockdale Hill.

There’s a dusty old picture on the wall, my brother and Bill Monroe
About a yr before Bill passed god rest his soul
Old metal chair sits empty in the back, lonesome by the old wood stove
Here come Buddy McCrory shakin off the cold
There’s a padlocked door and a for sale sign sitting on the window sill
20 g’s later I owned the place on the hill
I got the last honky-tonk on Rockdale Hill
I got the last honky-tonk on Rockdale Hill
We got pickled eggs and Strohs and we always will
At the last honky-tonk on Rockdale Hill
At the last honky-tonk on Rockdale Hill