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