| It’s 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 with little children, means nothin' to you
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| A house filled with love and a husband so true
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| You’d rather have a drink, with the first guy you meet
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| And the only home you know is the club 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 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-drinkin' and a-dancin', to a Honky-Tonk band
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| Is the only kind of life, you will ever understand
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| Go on and have your fun, you think you played it smart
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| But I’m sorry for you, in 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 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 |