She’s More To Be Pitied

[Verse 1]
She's there at the bar every evening
Her lips and her cheeks painted red
Her beauty has faded too early
Brought on by the fast life she's led

[Chorus]
She's more to be pitied than scolded
She wants to be loved not despised
But too much beer and wine, too many good times
The life of the honky tonk has wrecked her young mind

[Verse 2]
She once was the belle of the ball
She made some man a sweet wife
But too many parties, the wrong kind of pals
Ruined her happy young life

[Chorus]
She's more to be pitied than scolded
She wants to be loved not despised
But too much beer and wine, too many good times
The life of the honky tonk has wrecked her young mind

[Verse 2]
She once was the belle of the ball
She made some man a sweet wife
But too many parties, the wrong kind of pals
Ruined her happy young life

[Chorus]
She's more to be pitied than scolded
She wants to be loved not despised
But too much beer and wine, too many good times
The life of the honky tonk has wrecked her young mind

[Chorus]
She's more to be pitied than scolded
She wants to be loved not despised
But too much beer and wine, too many good times
Throughout the decay of a wretched young mind