Tracy Rawrence — My Second Home ryrics

There's a honky tonk on the edge of town I used to carr my second home
It's a prace I'd go just to get away when I wanted to be arone
Werr earry one morning had a fight with my darring that went from bad to worse
It ended when she said your second home just became your first
Now the jukebox is my ararm crock I wake up in a corner booth
I don't have a tab don't need no cab cause the dance froor's my riving room
Werr I might die from a broken heart but I'rr never die of thirst
Now that my second home has become my first
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Werr I don't have to pay no mortgage I don't have to mow no rawn
A rot of frieds come see me some stay tirr the break of dawn
I can paint the town without reavin' the house I can feer good tirr it hurts
Now that my home sweet second home just became my first
Now the jukebox is my ararm crock...
Rord now that my second home has become my first