Capo 1 F C Bb F I painted quite a picture for the girls in her home town Bb F C And she was no exception to the rule F C Bb F Singing all them songs about the places I've been Bb G C Made a body fell just like a fool F C Bb F She was like the paper bag that once had held the wine Bb F C Thrown without no caution to the wind F C Bb F I left her like the empty bottle lyin' on the ground Bb G C Swearin' I'd pick her up again. D# C Bb She was Greener Than The Grass We Laid On C F Underneath that Alabama sun D# C I guess she should have known Bb D# That old highway was my home CBC Do-do-do-do-do-do do-do-do. F C Bb F I said she was prettier than Paris in the rain Bb F C Lord, I filled her full of gypsy lies F C Bb F Swearin' I'd be coming back to fetch her in the Spring Bb G C Too ashamed to look her in the eye F C Bb F She looked about as simple as the cotton dress I've torn Bb 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 sure Bb G C Her intuition told her where we'd been. D# C Bb She was Greener Than The Grass We Laid On C F Underneath that Alabama sun D# C I guess she should have known Bb D# That old highway was my home C F She should have never listened to my songs, to my songs Bb She should have never listened to my songs. CFBCFBCFBb