By David Allan Coe



I painted quite a picture for the girls in her home town

And she was no exception 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 my home

Do-do-do-do-do-do do-do-do



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.