Greener Than The Grass (We Laid On)
I painted quite a picture for the girls in her hometown
And she was no exception to the rule
Singing all them songs about the places that I've been
Made a body feel 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 lyin' on the ground
Swearin' 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 ol' highway was my home
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I said she was prettier than Paris in the rain
Lord I filled her full of gypsy lies
Swearin' 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
Sneakin' in her house at 3 a.m.
Her mama 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 ol' highway was my home
She should have never listened to my songs to my songs
She should have never listened to my songs
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Mais Verde Que a Grama (Onde Deitamos)
Eu pintei um quadro bem bonito pras garotas da cidade dela
E ela não era exceção à regra
Cantando todas aquelas músicas sobre os lugares que eu já estive
Fazia qualquer um se sentir um idiota
Ela era como o saco de papel que um dia segurou o vinho
Jogada sem cuidado ao vento
Eu a deixei como a garrafa vazia jogada no chão
Jurando que eu a pegaria de novo
Ela era mais verde que a grama onde deitamos sob aquele sol do Alabama
Acho que ela deveria saber que aquela velha estrada era meu lar
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Eu disse que ela era mais bonita que Paris na chuva
Senhor, eu a enchi de mentiras de cigano
Jurando que voltaria pra buscá-la na primavera
Com vergonha de olhar nos olhos dela
Ela parecia tão simples quanto o vestido de algodão que eu rasguei
Entrando na casa dela às 3 da manhã
A mãe dela gostava de me questionar no dia seguinte e eu tinha certeza
Que a intuição dela sabia onde nós estivemos
Ela era mais verde que a grama onde deitamos sob aquele sol do Alabama
Acho que ela deveria saber que aquela velha estrada era meu lar
Ela nunca deveria ter ouvido minhas músicas, minhas músicas
Ela nunca deveria ter ouvido minhas músicas
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Composição: David Allan Coe