Dim Lights, Thick Smoke

Dwight Yoakam

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 and a husband so true
You'd rather have a drink with the first guy you meet
And the only home you know, that ṗub 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, to a home loving man

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 some day 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 look at your wife, to a home loving man
Oh you'll never look at your wife, to a home loving man

Dim lights, thick smoke, and loud, loud music
You'll never look at your wife, to a home loving man