Capo 1
I painted [F]quite a [C]picture for the [Bb]girls in her home [F]town
[Bb]And she was [F]no exception to the [C]rule
[F]Singing all them [C]songs about the [Bb]places I've [F]been
[Bb]Made a body [G]fell just like a [C]fool
[F]She was like the [C]paper bag that [Bb]once had held the [F]wine
[Bb]Thrown without no [F]caution to the [C]wind
[F]I left her like the [C]empty bottle [Bb]lyin' on the [F]ground
[Bb]Swearin' I'd [G]pick her up [C]again.
[D#]She was Greener [C]Than The Grass We [Bb]Laid On
[C]Underneath that Alabama [F]sun
I [D#]guess she should have [C]known
That [Bb]old highway was my [D#]home
[C] [Bb] [C]
Do-do-do-do-do-do do-do-do.
[F]I said she was [C]prettier than [Bb]Paris in the [F]rain
[Bb]Lord, I filled her [F]full of gypsy [C]lies
[F]Swearin' I'd be [C]coming back to [Bb]fetch her in the [F]Spring
[Bb]Too ashamed to [G]look her in the [C]eye
[F]She looked about as [C]simple as the [Bb]cotton dress I've [F]torn
[Bb]Sneakin' in her [F]house at 3 A.[C]M.
Her [F]Momma liked to [C]question me the [Bb]day after and I was [F]sure
[Bb]Her intuition [G]told her where we'd [C]been.
[D#]She was Greener [C]Than The Grass We [Bb]Laid On
[C]Underneath that Alabama [F]sun
I [D#]guess she should have [C]known
That [Bb]old highway was my [D#]home
She should have never listened to my [C]songs, to my [F]songs
She should have never listened to my [Bb]songs.
[C] [F] [Bb] [C] [F] [Bb] [C] [F] [Bb]
I painted [F]quite a [C]picture for the [Bb]girls in her home [F]town
[Bb]And she was [F]no exception to the [C]rule
[F]Singing all them [C]songs about the [Bb]places I've [F]been
[Bb]Made a body [G]fell just like a [C]fool
[F]She was like the [C]paper bag that [Bb]once had held the [F]wine
[Bb]Thrown without no [F]caution to the [C]wind
[F]I left her like the [C]empty bottle [Bb]lyin' on the [F]ground
[Bb]Swearin' I'd [G]pick her up [C]again.
[D#]She was Greener [C]Than The Grass We [Bb]Laid On
[C]Underneath that Alabama [F]sun
I [D#]guess she should have [C]known
That [Bb]old highway was my [D#]home
[C] [Bb] [C]
Do-do-do-do-do-do do-do-do.
[F]I said she was [C]prettier than [Bb]Paris in the [F]rain
[Bb]Lord, I filled her [F]full of gypsy [C]lies
[F]Swearin' I'd be [C]coming back to [Bb]fetch her in the [F]Spring
[Bb]Too ashamed to [G]look her in the [C]eye
[F]She looked about as [C]simple as the [Bb]cotton dress I've [F]torn
[Bb]Sneakin' in her [F]house at 3 A.[C]M.
Her [F]Momma liked to [C]question me the [Bb]day after and I was [F]sure
[Bb]Her intuition [G]told her where we'd [C]been.
[D#]She was Greener [C]Than The Grass We [Bb]Laid On
[C]Underneath that Alabama [F]sun
I [D#]guess she should have [C]known
That [Bb]old highway was my [D#]home
She should have never listened to my [C]songs, to my [F]songs
She should have never listened to my [Bb]songs.
[C] [F] [Bb] [C] [F] [Bb] [C] [F] [Bb]