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A D
Yes I know she's the life of the party
A E
And without her things here would die.
A A7 D
Oh but don't be fooled by her laughter
A E A
She has her sad times and she knows how to cry
D A
She drinks and she talks just a little to loud
B7 E7
And with her bright gown she hangs around with any old crowd
A A7 D
Yes I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamed
A E7 A
That I made her the image of me
SOLO
A D
I met her in a little country town
A E
She was simple and old fashioned in some ways
A D
But she loved me till I dragged her down
A E A A7
Then she just gave up and drifted away
D A
She drinks and she talks just a little to loud
B7 E7
And with her bright gown.she hangs around with any old crowd
A A7 D
Yes I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamed
A E7 A
That I made her the image of me
A A7 D
Yes I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamed
A E7 A D E A
That I made her the image of me
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