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 To-do-do-to-do-do do-do-do 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 To-do-do-to-do-do do-do-do to-do-do-to-do-do do-do-do