| It’s the only kind of live you’ll ever understand
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| Oh, dim lights, thick smoke and loud, loud music
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| You’ll never look at your wife, you go home loving mine
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| At home and little children,… and evil
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| Our house filled with love or hugs, that true
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| You’d rather have a drink with the bourbon kind you need it
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| And the only home you know, that p. |
| ub down the street
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| Dim Lights, Thick Smoke, and loud, loud music
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| It’s the only kind of live you’ll ever understand
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| Oh, dim lights, thick smoke and loud, loud music
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| You’ll never look at your wife, go home loving mine
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| Good thinking and fixing to a honky-tonk made it
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| When you left your loving family life back, right back where you ran
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| So go on and have your fun, but you won’t always look so smart
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| When some day that lonely bar brake your honky-tonk heart
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| Dim Lights, Thick Smoke, and loud, loud music
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| It’s the only kind of live you’ll ever understand
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| Oh, dim lights, thick smoke and loud, loud music
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| You’ll never look at your wife, to a home loving mine
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| Oh You’ll never look at your wife, to a home loving mine
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| Dim Lights, Thick Smoke, and loud, loud music
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| You’ll never look at your wife, to a home loving mine |