[1] Rumors are flying all over town
Lord, how they [^b7] haunt [1] me
They say you're stepping out and painting the town
They say I [^b7] don't [1] see

I [4] won't spend all night long [1] waitin'
[4] Killing time and wonderin' what to [5] do
I'll [1] catch the next grey dog that's leavin'
I ain't gonna [^b7] be a county [1] fool

I should have known there was something wrong
When I looked in her eyes
With the softest of voices and the sweetest of smiles
Took me with your cheating lies