David Allan Coe - Greener than the grass we laid on

I painted ^Fquite a ^Cpicture for the ^Bbgirls in her home ^Ftown ^BbAnd she was ^Fno exception to the ^Crule ^FSinging all them ^Csongs about the ^Bbplaces I've ^Fbeen ^BbMade a body ^Gfell just like a ^Cfool ^FShe was like the ^Cpaper bag that ^Bbonce had held the ^Fwine ^BbThrown without no ^Fcaution to the ^Cwind ^FI left her like the ^Cempty bottle ^Bblyin' on the ^Fground ^BbSwearin' I'd ^Gpick her up ^Cagain.

^D#She was Greener ^CThan The Grass We ^BbLaid On ^CUnderneath that Alabama ^Fsun I ^D#guess she should have ^Cknown That ^Bbold highway was my ^D#home Do-do-do-do-do-^Cdo do-do-^Bbdo. ^C

^FI said she was ^Cprettier than ^BbParis in the ^Frain ^BbLord, I filled her ^Ffull of gypsy ^Clies ^FSwearin' I'd be ^Ccoming back to ^Bbfetch her in the ^FSpring ^BbToo ashamed to ^Glook her in the ^Ceye ^FShe looked about as ^Csimple as the ^Bbcotton dress I've ^Ftorn ^BbSneakin' in her ^Fhouse at 3 A.^CM. Her ^FMomma liked to ^Cquestion me the ^Bbday after and I was ^Fsure ^BbHer intuition ^Gtold her where we'd ^Cbeen.

^D#She was Greener ^CThan The Grass We ^BbLaid On ^CUnderneath that Alabama ^Fsun I ^D#guess she should have ^Cknown That ^Bbold highway was my ^D#home She should have never listened to my ^Csongs, to my ^Fsongs She should have never listened to my ^Bbsongs.