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Cadillac red's her name

Cadillac red
Singin' as she passes by
Cadillac red
See that hillbilly fly
Catch her if you can
She can out run any man
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.                
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.                
I can't get up out of bed
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.                
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.                
I can't get up out of bed
you've dated, man
But you ain't lived 'til you've had your tires rotated

By a red headed woman
A red headed woman
It takes a red headed woman
To get
You look so cute, cute, cute, cute
Little red caboose behind the train

Speeding by so fast, fast, fast, fast
Always the last, last, last, last
So, rip it up
And tear it down
But it won't be long
Won't be long
Man, it won't be long

Red on red
You saved me
You burned me, I don't mean maybe
I
do no wrong
I'll be a free man
[Red, red, red, redder than red]
Yes I am
I'll never hurt you
Never let you down
I'll stand always beside you
Oh,
Wake hard in the morning.
See the young girl milking.
Stream rushing by on a bed of stone.
Old goats and sandstone cracking 
All containing
The last silent night
The last sacrifice
Red running over white
Red running over white
Red
Running over white
Red
Running over white
Running red
Over white
By day
He's a grease monkey it's true
A slave
Fix your transmission like new
Change oil
Rotate your tires of course
He toils
Under the Flying Red
The gardener standing by, three choices he offered to me
The paint, the violet and red rose, which I refused all three
Which I refused all three.
I made my bed but I couldn't sleep in it
With the man in red tracking me minute by minute
Running like a horse
Always looking behind me
But
Last night I went down to the railroad tracks
To watch that train roll by
99 cars screaming into the dark
I heard the lonesome whistle cry
With
Last night I went down to the railroad tracks
To watch that train roll by
99 cars screaming into the dark
I heard the lonesome whistle cry
With
Hey Waiter
I'm first class
Hey Waiter
Where are we now?
Am I last
Am I last
Hey Waiter
Don't talk back
These tenants speak
A traveller's
carcass
And watch as it bleeds

Past killing
A season turned in red
Past killing
The art of a man

A soft gentle move
Powered by hungry flesh
Who's gonna be your man?
Who's gonna be your man?
Who's gonna kiss your pretty red lips?
Who's gonna be your man?

Who's gonna shoe your pretty
86 summers gone by
Bambino put a hex on the Bean
We were living on a tear and a sigh
In the shadow of the Bronx machine

Man, you could feel it
Meaner than sin, wild as the wind 
That blew on the Montana plain 
Old Red was one of the last of his breed 
And wasn't about to be tamed 

From Idaho
a light lad may kiss and fly
A kiss gone by is bygone
Never have I asked an August sky
Where has last July gone?
Never have I wandered through the rye
Family die.

Last man
Last man standing is a joke.
In spite of the

(When white)
Glorious head shots.
(Bleeds into red)
Head shots and 8 by 10s.
Well I hate to see the red red sun go down
I hate to see the red red sun go down
That's when the hogbone man lay his knuckle down

I've become
last cold-turkey attack

I tremble and shiver at the sound outside my door
Instrument of release by my side
The spike, the hose, the blackened spoon
Tired and red confirm by oath the death
Tired and red to my last breath

See the knife flash the sun
The knife that makes me run
Sharp and made
Well how do you do private William Mcbride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
I'll rest for awhile in the warm summer sun
I've been