Too many parties and too many pals will break your heart someday
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Too many boyfriends and sociable sals may drive your sweetheart away
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Gentlemen of the jury the judge's speech began
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The scene was a crowded courtroom and the judge a stern old man
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This prisoner here before you is a social enemy
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A lady of the evening and you know the penalty
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Her eyes reflect the nightlife her cheeks they're red with paint
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But I knew her mother gentlemen why her mother was a saint
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Now I know that she's not like her and yet she might have been
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If it hadn't been for pettin' parties cigarettes and gin
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We took the night life off the streets and brought it in our own homes
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While girls beguiled with lipstick danced to saxophones
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We opened up the underworld to the ones we loved so well
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So tell me gentlemen is it right to send her to a cell
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If she drinks while you taught her and if she smokes you showed her how
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So gentlemen do you think it's right to condemn her now
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And when you're in that juryroom just remember there and then
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That for every fallen woman there's a hundred fallen men
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And before you render a verdict on what this girl has done
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Just remember there's a man to blame and that man might be your son
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Now gentlemen that's my story my testimony stands
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This girl is my own daughter and the case is in your hands
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Those Broadway roses and prevalent sounds at too many parties and too many pals
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Too Many Parties Too Many Pals
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| Hank Williams |
