Gin, Smoke, Lies

Well in the early autumn wind
A lonely dove is flyin'
Mournin' for his one true love
He can’t be blamed for cryin'
He can’t be blamed for cryin'
Well the rooster, he got twenty gals
Well he’s happy as a lark
Well he wake 'em in the mornin' time
Put 'em all to bed at dark
Put 'em all to bed at dark
Well if you’ve been true
Well if you’ve been true
You’d better look me in the eyes
'Cause 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 the spade is made for diggin' dirt
And an axe is made for choppin'
And darlin' my heart’s hard as nails
They hammer in a hardwood coffin
In a hardwood coffin
Well if you’ve been true
Well if you’ve been true
You’d better look me in the eyes
'Cause all I smell is cheap perfume
And gin… and smoke… and lies
Well way down in the bottom land
A big black crow is laughin'
No one ever goes down there
Wonder what has happened
Wonder what has happened
And in the early autumn wind
A lonely dove is flyin'
Mournin' for his one true love
He can’t be blamed for cryin'
He can’t be blamed for cryin'
Well if you’ve been true
Well if you’ve been true
You’d better look me in the eyes
'Cause all I smell is cheap perfume
And gin… and smoke… and lies
Well if you’ve been true
Well if you’ve been true
You’d better look me in the eyes
'Cause all I smell is cheap perfume
And gin… and smoke… and lies
And gin… and smoke… and lies