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Greener Than The Grass We Laid On

Höfundur lags: David Alan Coe Flytjandi: Tanya Tucker Sent inn af: Anonymous

[G]He painted quite a [D7]picture for the [C]girls in my home [G]town
And [C]I was no [G]exception to the [D7]rule   
[G]Singing all them [D7]songs about the [C]places that he´d [G]been
[C]Made a body feel just like a [D7]fool   

[G]My pride was like a [D7]paper bag that [C]once had held the [G]wine
[C]Thrown with no [G]caution to the [D7]wind   
[G]He left me like the [D7]empty bottle [C]lying on the [G]ground
[C]Swearing he would pick me up [D7]again

And [F]I was greener [G]than the grass we [C]laid on
[D7]Underneath that Alabama [G]sun  
I [F]guess I should have [G]known
That old [C]highway was his [F]home
Do-do-[D7]do-do-do-[G]do do-do-[C]do  

[G]He said that I was [D7]prettier than [C]Paris in the [G]rain
[C]Lord he filled me [G]full of gypsy [D7]lies   
[G]Swearing that he'd [D7]come back to [C]fetch me in the [G]spring
[C]Too ashamed to look me in the [D7]eye   

Well [G]I felt about as [D7]simple as the [C]cotton dress I'd [G]torn
[C]Sneaking in the [G]house at 3 a.[D7]m.   
[G]Momma liked to [D7]question me to [C]death and I was [G]sure
[C]Her intuition told her where I'd [D7]been   

And [F]I was greener [G]than the grass we [C]laid on
[D7]Underneath that Alabama [G]sun  
I [F]guess I should have [G]known
That old [C]highway was his [F]home
Do-do-[D7]do-do-do-[G]do do-do-[C]do  


He painted quite a picture for the girls in my home town
And I was no exception to the rule
Singing all them songs about the places that he´d been
Made a body feel just like a fool

My pride was like a paper bag that once had held the wine
Thrown with no caution to the wind
He left me like the empty bottle lying on the ground
Swearing he would pick me up again

And I was greener than the grass we laid on
Underneath that Alabama sun
I guess I should have known
That old highway was his home
Do-do-do-do-do-do do-do-do

He said that I was prettier than Paris in the rain
Lord he filled me full of gypsy lies
Swearing that he'd come back to fetch me in the spring
Too ashamed to look me in the eye

Well I felt about as simple as the cotton dress I'd torn
Sneaking in the house at 3 a.m.
Momma liked to question me to death and I was sure
Her intuition told her where I'd been

And I was greener than the grass we laid on
Underneath that Alabama sun
I guess I should have known
That old highway was his home
Do-do-do-do-do-do do-do-do

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