David Allan Coe - Greener Than The Grass We Laid On
Capo 1

          F       C               Bb                F
I painted quite a picture for the girls in her home town
Bb          F                   C
And she was no exception to the rule
F                C               Bb          F
Singing all them songs about the places I've been
Bb          G                C
Made a body fell just like a fool
F                C              Bb                F
She was like the paper bag that once had held the wine
Bb                F              C
Thrown without no caution to the wind
F                   C            Bb           F
I left her like the empty bottle lyin' on the ground
Bb           G           C
Swearin' I'd pick her up again.

D#              C                 Bb
She was Greener Than The Grass We Laid On
C                       F
Underneath that Alabama sun
  D#                    C
I guess she should have known
     Bb                 D#
That old highway was my home
               C        Bb  C
Do-do-do-do-do-do do-do-do.

F              C             Bb           F
I said she was prettier than Paris in the rain
Bb                 F             C
Lord, I filled her full of gypsy lies
F               C              Bb               F
Swearin' I'd be coming back to fetch her in the Spring
Bb             G               C
Too ashamed to look her in the eye
F                   C             Bb                F
She looked about as simple as the cotton dress I've torn
Bb              F            C
Sneakin' in her house at 3 A.M.
    F              C               Bb                  F
Her Momma liked to question me the day after and I was sure
Bb            G                   C
Her intuition told her where we'd been.

D#              C                 Bb
She was Greener Than The Grass We Laid On
C                       F
Underneath that Alabama sun
  D#                    C
I guess she should have known
     Bb                 D#
That old highway was my home
                                     C            F
She should have never listened to my songs, to my songs
                                     Bb
She should have never listened to my songs.

C F Bb C F Bb C F Bb

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