She's More To Be Pited

She’s there at the bar every evening

Face powdered and cheeks painted red

Her beauty has faded too early

Brought on by the fast life she’s led

She’s more to be pitied than scolded

She needs to be loved not despised

Too much beer and wine, too many good times

The lure of the honky-tonk wrecked her young life

She once was the belle of the ballroom

She’d a made some man a sweet wife

But too many parties, the wrong side of town

Ruined her happy young life