Intro: A D A E AA D Oh they say she's the life of the partyA E7 And without her, things here would dieA D Oh, but don't be fooled by her laughterA E7 A She has her sad times, she knows how to cryD A For she drinks, and she talks, just a little too loudB E7 And with her pride gone, she tags along with any old crowdA D Yes, I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamedA E7 A D A That I made her the image of me [Inst]A D A E AA D Yes I met her in a little country townA E7 She was simple and old fashioned in some waysA D But she loved me until I dragged her downA E7 A Then she just gave up and drifted awayD A Now she drinks, and she talks, just a little too loudB E7 And with her pride gone, she tags along with any old crowdA D Yes, I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamedA E7 A D A Cause I made her the image of me
The Image Of Me
George Jones
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