by David Houston
recorded by Merle Haggard
| Intro: | C7 | C7 | F | C7 |
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| Last n | ight all a | lone in a b | arroom |
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| Met a g | irl with a drink in her h | and |
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| She had r | uby red l | ips, c | oal black hair |
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| And e | yes that would t | empt any m | an. |
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| Then she c | ame and sat d | own at my t | able |
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| And as she p | laced her soft hands in m | ine |
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| I f | ound myself w | anting to k | iss her |
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| For t | emptation was f | lowing like w | ine. |
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| Then we d | anced and she w | hispered, "I n | eed you, |
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| Take me a | way from here and be my m | an. |
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| Then I l | ooked into her e | yes and s | aw it |
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| The re | flection of m | y wedding b | and. |
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