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I painted quite a picture for the girls in her hometown
And she was no exception to the rule
Singing all them songs about the places that I′ve been
Made a body feel just like a fool
She was like the paper bag that once had held the wine
Thrown without no caution to the wind
I left her like the empty bottle lying on the ground
Swearing I would pick her up again
She was greener than the grass we laid on
Underneath that Alabama sun
I guess she should have known
That old highway was my home
I said she was prettier than Paris in the rain
Lord, I filled her full of gypsy lies
Swearing I'd be coming back to fetch her in the spring
Too ashamed to look her in the eyes
She looked about as simple as the cotton dress I′d torn
Sneaking in her house at three a.m
Her mama liked to question me to death and I was sure
Her intuition told her where we'd been
She was greener than the grass we laid on
Underneath that Alabama sun
I guess she should have known
That old highway was my home
She should have never listened to my songs
To my songs
She should have never listened to my songs
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Writer(s): David Allan Coe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
