Lyrics:
he's here to do some business with a big iron on his hip"
"Big iron on his hip"
In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red
Many men
some red wine
Oh red wine
I know you’re trouble
You make me crumble
All the time
Good evening, I should go
You say that it’s midnight
You look me in
want to be a
Cowboy, baby
(With the top let back and the sunshine shinin')
Cowboy, baby
(West Coast Chillin' with the Boone's wine) I want to be
Girl you better get your red head
Back in bed before the morning
Nine o'clock the show is ending
But the fun is just beginning
She knows he's
Take a knife and stab
What already feels dead
And then make some wine from tears
That will fill the cup blood red
Blood red
Fatal overdose
And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red
Many men
as a sunset sky
Red as the wine that drips
From your sensually swollen lips
All this red I give to you
Its painted on me too
Dropped in buckets from above
of her latest flings
Then they go out on the dance floor
Now there's a new man to sway for
And touch and talk and sip some more red wine
Then the slow
I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she would meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose man
No, you
comes from the ghetto like us
Woza Friday lets get high on life like reggae nights
Sipping on punch drunk love that UB40 red red wine
Thank god it's
It's a chilly Florentine evening
Two men in evening hats
Telling tales of the underground and
Fishing for Reds
Policemen armed with Uzis
Stand
It's a chilly Florentine evening
Two men in evening hats
Telling tales of the underground and
fishing for Reds
Policemen armed with Uzis
stand guard
Except a scene or two erased by sweet red wine
And I see a truck stop sign ahead, so I change lanes
I need a cup of coffee and a couple dollars change
So grab your rose and ring side seat,
We're back home at Conry's bar
The blond girl with her tattoo,
Reds and wine, cokes of course
Oh my
That lipstick on your collar, well, it ain't my shade of pink
And I can tell by the smell of that perfume
It's like forty dollars too cheap
Did the wine make her dream
Of the far distant spring
Or a bed full of hens
Or the ghost of a friend
All the while that she wept
She had
The first drink, red wine, on a step in Brooklyn
I still feel the first fight, and we both made it out alive
And I can't wait to make a million more first
talking
and showing the way to a stranger
Wining and dining (what a September)
from bags by the river ( I should've worn a sweater)
a sun, sail, song (it's
to the floor
His trick is you and me, boy
Time, in quaaludes and red wine
Demanding Billy Dolls
And other friends of mine
Take your time
The sniper in
to the floor
His trick is you and me, boy
Time, in quaaludes and red wine
Demanding Billy Dolls
And other friends of mine
Take your time
The sniper in
un T-Rex
Ok
Me escuchan dicen suena bien guay
Ub40 rojo en red dead wine
Quieren entrar conmigo lo siento no hay cupo soy el sensei en Cobra Kai
Si
and "hope you take care of yourself"
She left her ring by the wine glass
And not much of anything else
No red dress to come back and get
No, "I'll call
of the rocking chair
She was a-sitting and a-singing and a-swaying
Her cheeks were red I declare
Twas hard to believe
What my eyes showed me then
I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she would meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose man
No, you
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