Gin, Smoke, Lies
By Turnpike Troubadours
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
6/24/2012



     G                                         F
Well in the early autumn wind a lonely dove is flyin'
G                                           D          G
Mournin' for his one true love, he can't be blamed for cryin'
   G        D          G
He can't be blamed for cryin'

         G                                            F
Well the rooster, he got 20 gals, bet he's happy as a lark
        G                                          D      G
Well he wake em in the mornin' time, put em all to bed at dark
       G      D      G
Put em all to bed at dark


Chorus:
                 G
Well if you been true, well if you been true
                          F
You better look me in the eyes
           G
Well all I smell is cheap perfume 
    G       F         G
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

Chorus

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

Well 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'

Chorus

Chorus