GIN, SMOKE, AND LIES Well early in the autumn when, the lovely dove was flying Mourning for his one true love, He can’t be blamed for crying.. he can’t be blamed for crying Well the rooster he got 20 gals, well he’s happy as a lark Well he woke up in the morning time, put ‘em all to bed at dark.. Put ‘em all to bed at dark Well if you’d been true, if you’d been true You better look me in the eye All I smell, is cheap perfume And Gin, and Smoke, and Lies Well Where were you last Saturday, all dressed up so pretty With your blue eyed ballroom boy, in Oklahoma City.. in Oklahoma City Well a spade is for digging dirt, and an axe is made for chopping Darling my hearts hard as nails they hammer in a hardwood coffin.. in a hardwood coffin Chorus SOLO Ah way down in the bottom land, a big black crow is laughing No One ever go down there, wonder what has happened.. wonder what has happened Well early in the autumn when, the lovely dove was flying Mourning for his one true love, He can’t be blamed for crying.. he can’t be blamed for crying Chorus X 2