She's more to be pitied

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

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

She once was the belle of the ballroom
She'd made some man a sweet wife
But too many parties, the wrong kind of pals
Ruined her happy young life

  * Refrain

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