The Image Of Me

Conway Twitty



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 laughter

She has her sad times, she knows how to cry

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She drinks, and she talks, just a little too loud

And with her pride gone, she hangs around

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 fashioned in some ways

But she loved me 'till I dragged her down

Then she just gave up and drifted away

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transcribed by wallace hoard(whoard@intranet.ca)