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