Written by David Alan Coe

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

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

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

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

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

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