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 better look me in the eyes

But 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 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 better look me in the eyes

But 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 better look me in the eyes

For 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 better look me in the eyes

For all I smell is cheap perfume

And gin, and smoke, and lies

And gin, and smoke, and lies