Gin, Smoke, Lies Songtext
von Turnpike Troubadours

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