F C Bb F I painted quite a picture for the girls in her home townBb F C And she was no exception to the ruleF C Bb F Singing all them songs about the places I've beenBb G C Made a body fell just like a foolF C Bb F She was like the paper bag that once had held the wineBb F C Thrown without no caution to the windF C Bb F I left her like the empty bottle lyin' on the groundBb G C Swearin' I'd pick her up again.D# C Bb She was Greener Than The Grass We Laid OnC F Underneath that Alabama sunD# C I guess she should have knownBb D# That old highway was my homeC Bb C Do-do-do-do-do-do do-do-do.F C Bb F I said she was prettier than Paris in the rainBb F C Lord, I filled her full of gypsy liesF C Bb F Swearin' I'd be coming back to fetch her in the SpringBb G C Too ashamed to look her in the eyeF C Bb F She looked about as simple as the cotton dress I've tornBb F C Sneakin' in her house at 3 A.M.F C Bb F Her Momma liked to question me the day after and I was sureBb G C Her intuition told her where we'd been.D# C Bb She was Greener Than The Grass We Laid OnC F Underneath that Alabama sunD# C I guess she should have knownBb D# That old highway was my homeC F She should have never listened to my songs, to my songsBb She should have never listened to my songs.
Greener Than The Grass We Laid On
David Allan Coe
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