He painted quite a picture for the girls in my home town
And I was no exception to the rule
Singing all them songs about the places that he?d been
Made a body feel just like a fool
My pride was like a paper bag that once had held the wine
Thrown with no caution to the wind
He left me like the empty bottle lying on the ground
Swearing he would pick me up again
And I was greener than the grass we laid on
Underneath that Alabama sun
I guess I should have known
That old highway was his home
He said that I was prettier than Paris in the rain
Lord he filled me full of gypsy lies
Swearing that he'd come back to fetch me in the spring
Too ashamed to look me in the eye
Well I felt about as simple as the cotton dress I'd torn
Sneaking in the house at 3 a.m.
Momma liked to question me to death and I was sure
Her intuition told her where I'd been
And I was greener than the grass we laid on
Underneath that Alabama sun
I guess I should have known
That old highway was his home