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 Do-do-do-do-do-do do-do-do 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 Do-do-do-do-do-do do-do-do