SEVEN BEERS WITH THE WRONG KIND OF MAN
Recorded by Bonnie Blue Eyes

[G] Last night I strolled [C] down to the [G] tavern
To get me a glass of [D] beer,
And when I sat down at the table,
A man came up and said [G] "Dear,
Come over and [C] sit at my [G] table
And I'll buy you beer [G7] by the [C] can."
I made my mistake last [G] night when I drank
Seven [D] beers with the [D7] wrong kind of [G] man.

This man was tall, dark and handsome.
You could hang out your clothes on his line.
He said he'd searched this world over
But he'd never seen beauty like mine.
I fell for it hook, line and sinker,
And then all the troubles began.
From now on I think I never will drink
Seven beers with the wrong kind of man.

He asked me if I had a husband.
I told him my name was still "Miss."
Was then that he leaned 'cross the table.
He squeezed me and gave me a kiss.
I couldn't resist his advances.
The room seemed to spin 'round and then.
He said "There's my wife - better run for your life
Or you'll not see daylight again."

Now I'm in the House of Correction.
His wife said I'd stolen her man.
It's all on account of my drinkin'
Seven beers with the wrong kind of man.
That big handsome brute said I "vamped" him,
That I was the worst in the land.
Now girls, stop and think - before you go drink
Seven beers with the wrong kind of man.