Gin, Smoke, Lies Lyrics

Turnpike Troubadours: Gin, Smoke Lies
Well In the early autumn wind,the lonely 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 wake 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 made 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
Ah Well 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 In the early autumn, when the lonely 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