My Second Home

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