| G | C | G | |
| Last night I strolled | down to the | tavern |
| D | |
| To get me a glass of | beer |
| And when I sat down at the table |
| G | |
| A man came up and said | "Dear, |
| C | G | |
| Come over and | sit at my | table |
| G7 | C | |
| And I'll buy you beer | by the | can |
| G | |
| I made my mistake - last | night when I drank |
| D | G | |
| Seven | Beers With The Wrong Kind Of | 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. |