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an I don't care who knows it 
I'm like a Banty Rooster in a big red rooster crowd 
I'm puny short and little but I'm loud 
I'm puny short and little
Now down the road just a mile or two
Lives a little girl named Pearly Blue
About so high and her hair is brown
The Prettiest thing boys in this
Now down the road just a mile or two
Lives a little girl named Pearly Blue
About so high and her hair is brown
The Prettiest thing boys in this
Now down the road just a mile or two
Lives a little girl named Pearly Blue
About so high and her hair is brown
The Prettiest thing boys in this
Now down the road just a mile or two
Lives a little girl named Pearly Blue
About so high and her hair is brown
The Prettiest thing boys in this
a Banty Rooster in a big red rooster crowd
I'm puny short and little but I'm loud

I learned to do my singing walking long behind a plow
The singing
know you'll come back some day, line by line.

Little Miss Red's asleep on the railroad;
There she goes.
Little Miss Red's asleep on the railroad.
brown rice every day,
And drink down a bottle of Midnight Red.
I'm gonna fix brown rice every day,
And drink down a bottle of Midnight Red.
That's all
the canopy rows
Some mother and a baby with a cross to bear
Song of the shepherd?s dog
Little brown flea in the bottle of oil for your woolly wild hair
up in his arms
I was blinded by his charm and I couldn't see

Like the story of little red riding hood
The big bad wolf was up to
Up to no good,
of a Spanish castle magic

The clouds are really low
And they overflow
With cotton candy
And battle grounds
Red and brown

But it's all in your mind
Don't think
Red and gold are royal colors
Peasant colours are green and brown
Green is the corn in the brown earth when it's growing
Red and gold when
a little bit of a Spanish castle magic

The clouds are really low
And they overflow 
With cotton candy 
And battle grounds
Red and brown

But it's
I'm not stamp collector but I've got a hobby too
Bringin' home a souvenir trinkets old and new
Feathers from a rooster fight a whistle from a fair
I'm not a stamp collector but I've got a hobby too,
Bringin' home a souvenir, trinkets old and new.
Feathers from a rooster fight, a whistle from
a little bit of a Spanish castle magic

The clouds are really low
And they overflow 
With cotton candy 
And battle grounds
Red and brown

But it's
things before I go on

You can't run and try to hide away
Here it comes, here comes another day

A red rooster crows
A little Mexican tune
On the chain
You can't fool a fooler
I can tell
When a John got jazzed
By a Jezebel

You can't beat the house
You can't beat the house
Tell the man,
Little girl was down by the waterside 
The sun so hot and the roses so red where she lie 
As little boys sit and watch as she twirls all around
cheese please, my good man

Certainly, sir, what would you like?
Well, eh, how about a little red Leicester?
I'm afraid we're fresh out of red
Bound for Shady Grove. (Right on over to Lonesome Traveler)

Lips as red as the bloomin' rose, eyes of the deepest brown, You are the darlin' of my heart
Oh once I had a little dog, his color it was brown
I taught him for to whistle, to sing and dance and run
His legs they were fourteen yards long,
Oh once I had a little dog, his color it was brown
I taught him for to whistle, to sing and dance and run
His legs they were fourteen yards long,
it's just as red as the blood itself

Miss Brown, your blood tastes oh so great
You know I'd like to excavate
Every single thing alive or dead
just a little bit of uh, said uh, Spanish Castle Magic. 

The clouds are really low 
And they overflow with cotton candy 
And battle grounds red