The smoke in this barroom burns my eyes The jukebox is playing much to loud Lonesome songs that make me wanna cry And I can't hardly move for the crowd.
But it's better than going home alone For the emptiness reminds me she is gone The Wild Side Of Life doesn't turn me on But it's better than going home alone.
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And I don't like the whiskey I'm drinking And I don't like this woman on my arm But it's cold at home and I'm thinking Tonight I'll let this woman keep me warm.
But it's better than going home alone For the emptiness reminds me she is gone The Wild Side Of Life doesn't turn me on But it's better than going home alone.