D                                                    C                       
Well early in the autumn when, the lovely dove was flying
D                                            G     C      D
Mourning for his one true love, He can’t be blamed for crying..
             G      C     D
he can’t be blamed for crying
 D                                                      C
Well the rooster he got 20 gals, well he’s happy as a lark
D                                             G      C      D
Well he woke up in the morning time, put ‘em all to bed at dark..
         G      C      D
Put ‘em all to bed at dark

[Chorus]
D
Well if you’d been true, if you’d been true
                           C
You better look me in the eye               
       D
All I smell, is cheap perfume
     D        C          D
And Gin, and Smoke, and Lies

[Verse 2]
D                                                      C
Well Where were you last Saturday, all dressed up so pretty
D                                 G     C      D     G     C      D
With your blue eyed ballroom boy, in Oklahoma City.. in Oklahoma City

D                                                           C
Well a spade is for digging dirt, and an axe is made for chopping
D                                     G          C          D
Darling my hearts hard as nails they hammer in a hardwood coffin.. 
G       C        D
in a hardwood coffin

[Chorus]
D
Well if you’d been true, if you’d been true
                           C
You better look me in the eye               
       D
All I smell, is cheap perfume
     D        C          D
And Gin, and Smoke, and Lies

[Verse 3]
D                                                     C              
Ah way down in the bottom land, a big black crow is laughing
D                             G       C       D        
No One ever go down there, wonder what has happened.. 
  G        C       D
wonder what has happened

D                                                    C
Well early in the autumn when, the lovely dove was flying
D                                            G     C      D
Mourning for his one true love, He can’t be blamed for crying..
             G      C     D
he can’t be blamed for crying

[Chorus] x2
D
Well if you’d been true, if you’d been true
                           C
You better look me in the eye               
       D
All I smell, is cheap perfume
     D        C          D
And Gin, and Smoke, and Lies