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Flies in the buttermilk, two by two...
Files in the sugar bowl, shoo, shoo, shoo...

[Chorus]

Little red wagon painted blue...
Going to Texas, two
Flies in the buttermilk, two by two...
Files in the sugar bowl, shoo, shoo, shoo...

Chorus

Little red wagon painted blue...
Going to Texas, two by
You know they come around town the midnight rambler
The night shift gotta go
O'Malley turned and baby got burned
Went the way of the buffalo
(Fearlessly drawn)
Burning the night like the dawn

Steam on the window, salt in a kiss
Two hearts have never pounded like this
Inspired by a vision
That they
the ground
Her two-weeks notice just blew into town

There goes a red-head, a legend in a blue chevrolet

He cools the evening with a Pabst Blue Ribbon
The sun sets red with rage
White clouds float by
Like high cotton
Blank as an empty page
Blue is a color buried
Not forgotten

Sweet
D.C., Tampa, Chicago
Dallas, Memphis, Detroit and L.A.
So call in now, 1-800-High-as-a-Motherfucker
That's 1-800-,High-as-a-MOTHERFUCKER!!

DOCTOR DOCTOR!
red, broken and bled
By the flames that rule her fields of fire
Baby's in blue, broken in two
May the rains run through her fields of fire
Her fields
Lou
Skip to my Lou my darling

I'll get another one, prettier ‘n new
Skip to my Lou my darling

Little red wagon painted blue 
Skip to my Lou my
Lou
Skip to my Lou my darling

I'll get another one, prettier ‘n new
Skip to my Lou my darling

Little red wagon painted blue 
Skip to my Lou my
They’ve got two golden bands
On their left hands
His and hers
And two ropes by the bed
Hand-stitched in red
His and hers
And in the room by
a picture of me without you

Have you walked in a garden where nothing was growing
Or stood by a river where nothing was flowing
If you've seen a red rose
Lou
Skip to my Lou my darling

I'll get another one, prettier ‘n new
Skip to my Lou my darling

Little red wagon painted blue 
Skip to my Lou my
Lou
Skip to my Lou my darling

I'll get another one, prettier ‘n new
Skip to my Lou my darling

Little red wagon painted blue 
Skip to my Lou my
Lou
Skip to my Lou my darling

I'll get another one, prettier ‘n new
Skip to my Lou my darling

Little red wagon painted blue 
Skip to my Lou my
Lou
Skip to my Lou my darling

I'll get another one, prettier ‘n new
Skip to my Lou my darling

Little red wagon painted blue 
Skip to my Lou my
a picture of me without you

Have you walked in a garden where nothing was growing
Or stood by a river where nothing was flowing
If you've seen a red rose
be said in American headlines
Kennedy stretched and smiled
And got double crossed by lowlife goons and agents
Rich bankers with criminal connections
a picture of me without you

Have you walked in a garden where nothing was growing
Or stood by a river where nothing was flowing
If you've seen a red rose
there by your side

Red lips, blue eyes and little white lies
Oh darlin' the things you put me through
But your little white lies are gonna catch up
have to (???)

I want the thirty two-twenty
Made on a forty-five frame
I want the thirty two-twenty
Made on a forty-five frame
And a red, white and blue
There was a red light coughing up a room of blood
And there were forecast seven inches of snow
And there were two tunes playing in my head at once
right.

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note: The 1st verse relates to the last verse of 'That's What My Baby Likes' 
Recorded by Lucille Bogan as follows: 

'I gets red ripe tomatoes,
red and, oh, the night's so blue
And then I go and spoil it all by sayin' something stupid like "I love you"

I love you
I love you
I love you

I
a red rose unkissed by the dew
Then you've seen a picture of me without you

Can you picture Heaven with no angels singing
Or a quiet Sunday morning