I painted quite a picture for
the girls in her home town
And she was no ex
ception to the rule
Singing all them songs about
the places I've been
Made a body fell 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'd 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 his
home
Do-do-do-do-do-do do-do-do
I I I I I I I 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 eye
She looked about as simple as the cotton
dress I've torn
Sneaking' in her house at 3 a.m.
Her Momma liked to question me
the day after 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.