The Image of Me

Yes I know she's the life of the party

And without her things here would die

Oh but don't 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 she'll tag along with any old crowd

Yes I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamed

That I've 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 she'll tag along with any old crowd

Yes I know I'm to blame and I feel so ashamed

That I've made her the image of me