Tuning: E A D G B E

^GHe painted quite a ^D7picture for the ^Cgirls in my home ^Gtown And ^CI was no ^Gexception to the ^D7rule

^GSinging all them ^D7songs about the ^Cplaces that he’d ^Gbeen ^CMade a body feel just like a ^D7fool

^GMy pride was like a ^D7paper bag that ^Conce had held the ^Gwine ^CThrown with no ^Gcaution to the ^D7wind

^GHe left me like the ^D7empty bottle ^Clying on the ^Gground ^CSwearing he would pick me up ^D7again

And ^FI was greener ^Gthan the grass we ^Claid on ^D7Underneath that Alabama ^Gsun

I ^Fguess I should have ^Gknown That old ^Chighway was his ^Fhome

D7 G C Do-do-do-do-do-do do-do-do

^GHe said that I was ^D7prettier than ^CParis in the ^Grain ^CLord he filled me ^Gfull of gypsy ^D7lies

^GSwearing that he'd ^D7come back to ^Cfetch me in the ^Gspring ^CToo ashamed to look me in the ^D7eye

Well ^GI felt about as ^D7simple as the ^Ccotton dress I'd ^Gtorn ^CSneaking in the ^Ghouse at 3 a.^D7m.

^GMomma liked to ^D7question me to ^Cdeath and I was ^Gsure ^CHer intuition told her where I'd ^D7been

And ^FI was greener ^Gthan the grass we ^Claid on ^D7Underneath that Alabama ^Gsun

I ^Fguess I should have ^Gknown That old ^Chighway was his ^Fhome

D7 G C Do-do-do-do-do-do do-do-do

Tanya Tucker - Greener than the grass we laid on