Greener Than the Grass (We Laid On)

<br>By David Allan Coe<br><br>I painted quite a picture for the girls in her home town<br>And she was no exception to the rule<br>Singing all them songs about the places I`ve been<br>Made a body fell just like a fool<br>She was like the paper bag that once had held the wine<br>Thrown without no caution to the wind<br>I left her like the empty bottle lying` on the ground<br>Swearing` I`d pick her up again<br><br>She was greener than the grass we laid on<br>Underneath that Alabama sun<br>I guess she should have known<br>That old` highway was my home<br>Do-do-do-do-do-do do-do-do<br><br>I said she was prettier than Paris in the rain<br>Lord, I filled her full of gypsy lies<br>Swearing` I`d be coming back to fetch her in the Spring<br>Too ashamed to look her in the eye<br>She looked about as simple as the cotton dress I`ve torn<br>Sneaking` in her house at 3 a.m.<br>Her Momma liked to question me the day after and I was sure<br>Her intuition told her where we`d been<br><br>She was greener than the grass we laid on<br>Underneath that Alabama sun<br>I guess she should have known<br>That old` highway was my home<br>She should have never listened to my songs, to my songs<br>She should have never listened to my songs.