Yes I know she’s the life of the party   And without her things here would die   Oh but don’t you be fooled by her laughter   She has her sad times, she knows how to cry      She drinks and she talks just a little too long   And with her bride gone she’ll tag along with any old crowd   Yes I know I’m to blame and I feel so ashamed   That I’ve 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 she loved me ’til I dragged her down   Then she gave up and drifted away      She drinks and she talks just a little too long   And with her bride gone she’ll tag along with any old crowd   Yes I know I’m to blame and I feel so ashamed   That I’ve made her the image of me