Hank Williams
Too Many Parties And Too Many Pals
Too many parties and too many pals will break your heart somedayToo many boyfriends and sociable sals may drive your sweetheart awayGentlemen of the jury the judge's speech beganThe scene was a crowded courtroom and the judge a stern old manThis prisoner here before you is a social enemyA lady of the evening and you know the penaltyHer eyes reflect the nightlife her cheeks they're red with paintBut I knew her mother gentlemen why her mother was a saintNow I know that she's not like her and yet she might have beenIf it hadn't been for pettin' parties cigarettes and ginWe took the night life off the streets and brought it in our own homesWhile girls beguiled with lipstick danced to saxophonesWe opened up the underworld to the ones we loved so wellSo tell me gentlemen is it right to send her to a cellIf she drinks while you taught her and if she smokes you showed her howSo gentlemen do you think it's right to condemn her nowAnd when you're in that juryroom just remember there and thenThat for every fallen woman there's a hundred fallen menAnd before you render a verdict on what this girl has doneJust remember there's a man to blame and that man might be your sonNow gentlemen that's my story my testimony standsThis girl is my own daughter and the case is in your handsThose Broadway roses and prevalent sounds at too many parties and too many pals
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