Red Wing-Bob Dylan

[ti:Red Wing]
[ar:Oscar Brand]
[al:Bob Dylan's Greenwich Village Vol.1]
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[00:00.00]Red Wing - Oscar Brand
[00:03.86]There once was an Indian maid
[00:05.48]Who always was afraid
[00:07.18]That some buckaroo would fly around and fool
[00:08.98]While she lay sleeping in the shade
[00:10.67]She had an idea grand
[00:12.34]She filled it up with sand
[00:13.97]To keep the boys from forbidden joys
[00:15.83]In Red Wing's promised land
[00:18.04]Oh the sun shines down on pretty Red Wing
[00:21.42]As she lay sleeping this buck come creeping
[00:24.77]With his one good eye he was a peeping
[00:28.08]He hoped to reach the promised land
[00:31.98]That he was an Indian wise
[00:33.74]He reached for Red Wing's thighs
[00:35.01]With an old rubber boot on the end of his toot
[00:37.07]He made poor Red Wing open up her eyes
[00:38.77]But when she came to life
[00:40.27]She grabbed her bowie knife
[00:41.98]It flashed in the sky as she let it fly
[00:43.95]And shortened his love life
[00:46.18]Oh the men shine
[00:47.30]Going on floating over Red Wing
[00:49.56]As she lays snoring her life is boring
[00:52.99]Why the longer do the berise come heroing
[00:56.21]The want to play of
[00:57.51]Pleasure of her promised land
[01:14.21]Oh the clouds go floating over Red Wing
[01:17.38]As she lays snoring; were life is boring
[01:20.67]Why she'd even welcome Hermann Goering
[01:23.94]Into the pleasure of her promised land