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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, 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 |
