| Is the only kind of life you’ll ever understand
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| Dim lights, thick smoke and loud, loud music
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| You’ll never make a wife to a home-lovin' man
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| A home and little children mean nothing to you
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| A house filled with love and a husband so true
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| I’d rather have a drink with the first guy I meet
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| And the only home I know is the bar down the street
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| (That's what I’m talkin' about)
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| Dim lights, thick smoke, and loud, loud music
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| Is the only kind of life you’ll ever understand
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| Dim lights, thick smoke and loud, loud music
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| You’ll never make a wife to a home-lovin' man
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| (How'd you know?)
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| (Osmosis)
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| Drinkin' and a-dancin' to a honky tonk band
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| Is the only kind of life I’ll ever understand
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| Go out and have your fun
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| You think you’ve played it smart
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| I’m sorry for you and your honky tonk heart
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| (Don't be sorry for me!)
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| Dim lights, thick smoke, and loud, loud music
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| Is the only kind of life you’ll ever understand
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| Dim lights, thick smoke and loud, loud music
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| You’ll never make a wife to a home-lovin' man
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| You’ll never make a wife to a home-lovin' man |