I painted quite a picture for the girls in her hometown
And she was no exception to the rule
Singing all them songs about the places that I've been
Made a body feel 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 lyin' on the ground
Swearin' I'd pick her up again
She was greener than the grass we laid on underneath that Alabama sun
I guess she should have known that ol' highway was my home
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I said she was prettier than Paris in the rain
Lord I filled her full of gypsy lies
Swearin' 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
Sneakin' in her house at 3 a.m.
Her mama liked to question me the day after and I was sure
Her intuition told her where we'd been
She was greener than the grass we laid on underneath that Alabama sun
I guess she should have known that ol' highway was my home
She should have never listened to my songs to my songs
She should have never listened to my songs
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