Well, I know she's the life of the party
And without her, things here would die
Oh, but don't be fooled by her laughter
She's got her sad times, she knows how to cry

Well, she drinks and she talks, just a little too loud
And with her pride gone, she'll tag around with any old crowd
Yes, I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamed
That I made her the image of me

Well, I met her in a little country town
She was simple and old fashioned in some ways
And loved me 'til I dragged her down
Then she just gave up and drifted away

Well, she drinks and she talks, just a little too loud
And with her pride gone, she'll tag around with any old crowd
Yes, I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamed
That I made her the image of me

Yes, I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamed
That I made her the image of me
Yes, I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamed
That I made her the image of me

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Writer(s): Wayne Kemp