Too many parties and too many palsWill break your heart somedayToo many boyfriends and sociable salsWill drive your sweetheart awayGentlemen of the jury, the judge's speech beganThe scene was a crowded courtroomAnd the judge a sterned old manThis prisoner here before you is a social enemyA lady of the evening and you know the penaltyHer eyes reflect the nightlifeHer cheeks, they're red with paintBut I knew her mother gentlemenWhy, her mother was a saintNow, I know that she's not like herAnd yet she might have beenIf it hadn't been for pettin' partiesCigarettes and ginWe took the night life off the streetsAnd brought into our own homesWhile girls beat time with lipstickAnd the streaks of saxophonesWe opened up the underworldTo the ones we loved so wellSo tell me gentlemenIs it right to send her to a cell?If she drinks while you taught herAnd if she smokes, you showed her howSo gentlemen, do you think it's right to go and condemn her now?And when you're in that jury roomJust remember there and thenThat for every fallen womanWell, there's a hundred fallen menAnd before you render a verdictOn what this girl has doneJust remember, there's a man to blameAnd 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 soundsAt too many parties and too many pals
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Hiram King Williams (Mount Olive, 17 de septiembre de 1923-Oak Hill, 1 de enero de 1953), conocido artísticamente como Hank Williams, fue un cantautor estadounidense. Es considerado un icono de la música country y uno de los más influyentes músicos del siglo…
