Besedila: Marty Robbins. Almost Persuaded.

Last night, all alone in the barroom
I met a girl with a drink in her hand
She had ruby red lips, coal black hair
And eyes that would tempt any man

She came and sat down at my table
And when she put her soft hand in mine
I found myself wanting to kiss her
For temptation was flowing like wine

And I was almost persuaded
To strip my self of my pride
Almost persuaded
To push my conscience aside

We danced and she whispered, ?I need you
Take me away from here and be my man?
Then as I looked in her eyes, I saw it
The reflection of my wedding band

And I was almost persuaded
To let strange lips lead me on
Almost persuaded
But your sweet love made me stop and go home