| There’s a honky-tonk on the edge of town
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| I used to call my second home
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| It’s a place I’d go just to get away
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| When I wanted to be alone
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| Well early one mornin, I had a fight with my darlin
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| That went from bad to worse
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| It ended when she said, «your second home
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| Just became your first»
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| Now the juke box is my alarm clock
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| I wake up in a corner booth
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| I don’t have a tab, don’t need no cab
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| 'cause the dance floor’s my living room
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| Well I might die from a broken heart
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| But I’ll never die of thirst
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| Now that my second home has become my first
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| Well, I don’t have to pay no mortgage
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| I don’t have to mow no lawn
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| A lot of friends come see me
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| Some stay until the break of dawn
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| I can paint the town without leavin the house
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| I can feel good til it hurts
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| Now that home sweet second home
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| Just became my first
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| Tag; |
| Lord, now that my second home has become my first |