Shes More To Be Pitied

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Verse1:
      G
She's there at the bar every evening,
                                 D
Face powdered and cheeks painted red.
    G
Her beauty has faded too early,
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Brought on by the fast life she's led.

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

Verse2:
She once was the bell of the ballroom.
She'd have made some man a sweet wife,
But too many parties and the wrong kind of pals
Ruined her happy young life.

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