A A E E [Verse 1] A She's there at the bar every evening, A E Face powdered and cheeks painted red. E A Her beauty has faded too early, A E A A7 Brought on by the fast life she's led. [Chorus] A D A She's more to be pitied than scolded. A E She needs to be loved, not despised. E A D A Too much beer and wine, too many good times, A E A The lure of the honky-tonk wrecked her young life. [Verse 2] A She once was the bell of the ballroom. A E E7 She'd have made some man a sweet wife, E A But too many parties and the wrong kind of pals A E7 A Ruined her happy young life. [Chorus] A D A She's more to be pitied than scolded. A E She needs to be loved, not despised. E A D A Too much beer and wine, too many good times, A E A The lure of the honky-tonk wrecked her young life. [Outro] E A D A Too much beer and wine, too many good times, A E A The lure of the honky-tonk wrecked her young life.