Yes I know shes the life of the party And without her things here would die Oh but dont 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 shell tag along with any old crowd Yes I know Im to blame and I feel so ashamed That Ive 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 shell tag along with any old crowd Yes I know Im to blame and I feel so ashamed That Ive made her the image of me