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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 been true
Well, if you 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 Okalhoma City
Well, a spade is made for diggin' dirt
And an axe is made for choppin'
Darlin' my heart's hard as nails
They hammer in a hardwood coffin
In a hardwood coffin
Well, if you been true
Well, if you been true
You better look me in the eyes
But all I smell is cheap perfume
And Gin and smoke and lies
Ah 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 been true
Well, if you been true
You better look me in the eyes
But all I smell is cheap perfume
And Gin and smoke and lies
Well, if you been true
Well, if you been true
You better look me in the eyes
But all I smell is cheap perfume
And Gin and smoke and lies
And Gin and smoke and lies