Written by Merle Haggard. Recorded by Hank Snow. . C. I thought I w-as through missing you. F. I thought I was through being blue. C G7. And t-hen someone ment-ioned your n-ame.
You put your heart upon an auction block and sold it. Selfish greed and envy were the auctioneers. The highest bidder won your heart but he can't hold it.
Chattin' with a chick in Chattanooga. The cutest southern belle I've ever seen. Looks just like a dewdrop in the starlight. She's the idol of my dreams.