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