The Image of Me (Re-Recorded)

Yes, I know she's the life of the party And without her, things here would die Oh, but don't be fooled by her laughter She has her sad times, she knows how to cry She drinks, and she talks Just a little too loud And with her pride gone, she tags along With any old crowd Yes, I know I'm to blame And I feel so ashamed That I made her the image of me Yes, I met her in a little country town She was simple and old-fashioned in some ways But she loved me till I dragged her down Then she just gave up and drifted away She drinks, and she talks Just a little too loud And with her pride gone, she tags along With any old crowd Yes, I know I'm to blame And I feel so ashamed That I made her the image of me