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 20 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 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 dares to go down there Wonder what has happened Wonder what has happened And in the early autumn wind A lonely dove is cryin' 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 '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 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