G
C
Yes I know she’s the life of the party
G
D7
And without her things here would die
G
C
Oh but don’t be fooled by her laughter
G
D7
G
She has her sad times she knows how to cry
C
She drinks and she talks
G
Just a little too loud
A7
And with her pride gone she tags along
D7
With any old crowd
G
Yes I know I’m to blame
C
And I feel so ashamed
G
D7
G
That I made her the image of me
C
I met her in a little country town
G
D7
She was simple and old-fashioned in some ways
G
C
But she loved me till I dragged her down
G
D7
G
Then she just gave up and drifted away
C
She drinks and she talks
G
Just a little too loud
A7
And with her pride gone she tags along
D7
With any old crowd
G
Yes I know I’m to blame
C
And I feel so ashamed
G
D7
G
That I made her the image of me
G
A7
C
D7
