Karaoké Gin, Smoke, Lies 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 twenty gals

Bet 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

Well 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 been true

Well if you been true

You better look me in the eyes

Well all I smell is cheap perfume and gin and smoke

And lies

Oh 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 been true

Well if you been true

You better look me in the eyes

Well 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

Well all I smell is cheap perfume

And gin and smoke and lies

And gin and smoke and lies