Richland Women Blues Songtext
von Mississippi John Hurt
Richland Women Blues Songtext
Gimme red lipstick and a bright purple rouge
A shingle bob haircut and a shot of good boo′
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' your horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Come along young man, everything settin′ right
My husband's goin' away till next Saturday night
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin′ you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Now, I′m raring to go, got red shoes on my feet
My mind is sittin' right for a Tin Lizzie seat
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin′ you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
The red rooster said, "Cockle doodle do do"
The Richards woman said, "Any dude will do"
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
With rosy red garters, pink hose on my feet
Turkey red bloomer, with a rumble seat
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin′ you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Every Sunday mornin', church people watch me go
My wings sprouted out and the preacher told me so
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin′ you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Dress skirt cut high, then they cut low
Don't think I'm a sport, keep on watchin′ me go
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin′ you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
A shingle bob haircut and a shot of good boo′
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' your horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Come along young man, everything settin′ right
My husband's goin' away till next Saturday night
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin′ you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Now, I′m raring to go, got red shoes on my feet
My mind is sittin' right for a Tin Lizzie seat
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin′ you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
The red rooster said, "Cockle doodle do do"
The Richards woman said, "Any dude will do"
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
With rosy red garters, pink hose on my feet
Turkey red bloomer, with a rumble seat
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin′ you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Every Sunday mornin', church people watch me go
My wings sprouted out and the preacher told me so
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin′ you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Dress skirt cut high, then they cut low
Don't think I'm a sport, keep on watchin′ me go
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin′ you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
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