Dim lights, thick smoke, and loud, loud music
It's the only kind of life you'll ever understand
Oh, dim lights, thick smoke and loud, loud music
You'll never make a wife to a home-loving man

At home eight little children mean nothing to you
A house filled with love or a husband that's true
You'd rather have a drink with the first guy you meet
And the only home you know, that club down the street

Dim lights, thick smoke, and loud, loud music
It's the only kind of life you'll ever understand
Whoa, dim lights, thick smoke and loud, loud music
You'll never make a wife for a home-loving man

Whoa, drinking and dancing to a honky tonk band
When you left your loving family life back, right back where you ran
So go on and have your fun, but you won't always look so smart
When someday that lonely bar room break your honky-tonk heart

Dim lights, thick smoke, and loud, loud music
It's the only kind of life you'll ever understand
Whoa, dim lights, thick smoke and loud, loud music
You'll never make a wife to a home-loving man
Oh, you'll never make a wife to a home-loving man

Dim lights, thick smoke, and loud, loud music
You'll never make a wife to a home-loving man
Woo

Copyright: JOHNNY BOND PUBLICATIONS
Writer(s): Joe Maphis, Max Fidler, Rose Lee