G D7 C G He painted quite a picture for the girls in my home townC G D7 And I was no exception to the ruleG D7 C G Singing all them songs about the places that he’d beenC D7 Made a body feel just like a foolG D7 C G My pride was like a paper bag that once had held the wineC G D7 Thrown with no caution to the windG D7 C G He left me like the empty bottle lying on the groundC D7 Swearing he would pick me up againF G C And I was greener than the grass we laid onD7 G Underneath that Alabama sunF G I guess I should have knownC F That old highway was his homeD7 G C Do-do-do-do-do-do do-do-doG D7 C G He said that I was prettier than Paris in the rainC G D7 Lord he filled me full of gypsy liesG D7 C G Swearing that he'd come back to fetch me in the springC D7 Too ashamed to look me in the eyeG D7 C G Well I felt about as simple as the cotton dress I'd tornC G D7 Sneaking in the house at 3 a.m.G D7 C G Momma liked to question me to death and I was sureC D7 Her intuition told her where I'd beenF G C And I was greener than the grass we laid onD7 G Underneath that Alabama sunF G I guess I should have knownC F That old highway was his homeD7 G C Do-do-do-do-do-do do-do-do
Greener Than The Grass We Laid On
Tanya Tucker
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