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I painted quite a picture for the girls in her home town
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And she was no exception to the rule
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Singing all them songs about the places I've been
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Made a body fell just like a fool
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She was like the paper bag that once had held the wine
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Thrown without no caution to the wind
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I left her like the empty bottle lying' on the ground
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Swearing' I'd pick her up again
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She was greener than the grass we laid on
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Underneath that Alabama sun
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I guess she should have known
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That old' highway was my home
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Do-do-do-do-do-do do-do-do
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I said she was prettier than Paris in the rain
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Lord, I filled her full of gypsy lies
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Swearing' I'd be coming back to fetch her in the Spring
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Too ashamed to look her in the eye
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She looked about as simple as the cotton dress I've torn
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Sneaking' in her house at 3 a.m.
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Her Momma liked to question me the day after and I was sure
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Her intuition told her where we'd been
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She was greener than the grass we laid on
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Underneath that Alabama sun
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I guess she should have known
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That old' highway was my home
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She should have never listened to my songs, to my songs
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She should have never listened to my songs.
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Greener Than The Grass We Laid On
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David Allan Coe |