Intro: A D A E A
A D
Oh they say she's the life of the party
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And without her, things here would die
A D
Oh, but don't be fooled by her laughter
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She has her sad times, she knows how to cry
D A
For she drinks, and she talks, just a little too loud
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And with her pride gone, she tags along with any old crowd
A D
Yes, I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamed
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That I made her the image of me
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A D A E A
A D
Yes I met her in a little country town
A E7
She was simple and old fashioned in some ways
A D
But she loved me until I dragged her down
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Then she just gave up and drifted away
D A
Now she drinks, and she talks, just a little too loud
B E7
And with her pride gone, she tags along with any old crowd
A D
Yes, I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamed
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Cause I made her the image of me