She's 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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