The years have passed her by, and so do men when they see her,
Her eyes are full of all the dreams that were,
The only men who dance with her are drunk, so they don’t care,
They make believe there’s gold still in her hair.
And ev’ry body knows her and they tolerate her tears,
And now and then they tell her, “No more beers.”
And if you haven’t met her, you’ve met someone much the same,
The story never changes, just the name.
She’s as sad as an old-time country song,
A pretty girl who wanted to belong
To something other than this honky-tonk she lives in…
(You buy her one more beer and then she gives in);
She’s as sad as an old-time Country song.
They find her in her room, her hand is on the telephone,
The story ends just like I’ve always known,
The liquor wrote the lyrics and some man, he wrote the tune:
(you see…) She loved me, and I left her all too soon.