Image Of Me Lyrics - Ernest Tubb

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 laugter she has her sad times she knows how to cry 

She drinks and she talks just a little too loud 

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 

I met her in a little country town she was simple and old fashion in some way 

But she loved me till I dragged her down then she just gave up and drifted away 

Now she drinks... 

Yes I made her the image of me