The Image Of Me

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