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[Verse 1]
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She's there at the bar every evening,
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Face powdered and cheeks painted red.
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Her beauty has faded too early,
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Brought on by the fast life she's led.


[Chorus]
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She's more to be pitied than scolded.
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She needs to be loved, not despised.
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Too much beer and wine, too many good times,
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The lure of the honky-tonk wrecked her young life.


[Verse 2]
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She once was the bell of the ballroom.
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She'd have made some man a sweet wife,
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But too many parties and the wrong kind of pals
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Ruined her happy young life.


[Chorus]
A     D                      A
She's more to be pitied than scolded.
A                          E
She needs to be loved, not despised.
E                 A         D         A
Too much beer and wine, too many good times,
A                          E                 A
The lure of the honky-tonk wrecked her young life.


[Outro]
E                 A         D         A
Too much beer and wine, too many good times,
A                          E                 A
The lure of the honky-tonk wrecked her young life.