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 his 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
['country', 'country dawn', 'country rock', 'outlaw country']