Greener Than The Grass We Laid On

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 gra*s 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 gra*s 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.