Tonart: E major
Verse 1
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Down in the scubble country
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to the southeast Texas Gulf,
there used to ride a brakeman,
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a brakeman double tough.
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He worked the town of Kilgore
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and Longview
twelve miles down.
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And the travelers all said that Little East Texas Red,
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he was the meanest bull around
If you rode by night or
the broad daylight,
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in the wintry wind or the sun
You would always see
Little East Texas Red,
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just a sportin' his smooth runnin' gun
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And the tail got switched down
the stems and manes
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And everybody said that the
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meanest bull on them shiny irons
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was that little East Texas red
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It was on a cold and a windy morn,
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it was along towards nine or ten
A couple of boys on the hunt of a job,
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they stood in that blizzardy wind
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Hungry and cold they knocked on the doors
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of the working people around
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For a piece of meat and a
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just to boil a stew around
Well East Texas Red come down
the line
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and he swung off that old number two
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He kicked their bucket over
a bush
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and he dumped out all of their stew
Little East Texas Red,
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you better get your business straight
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Cause you're gonna ride
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your little black train
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just one year from today
Well Red, he laughed and
he climbed the bank
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and he swung on the side of a wheeler
And the boys caught a
tanker to Salmonell,
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They caught them a job of
oil field work
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and they followed a pipeline down
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It took them lots of places
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before that year had rolled around
Then on a cold and a windy morn
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they caught them a gulf -bound train
They shivered and shook with a dough
in their clothes
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to the scrubble flats again
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With their warm suits of clothes
and their overcoats
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they walked into a store
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They paid that man for some
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just to boil the stew once more
The ties they tracked down
that cinder dump
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and they came to that same old spot
just one year ago
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had dumped their last stew pot
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Well the smoke of their fire
went higher and higher
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and Red come down the line
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With his head ducked low
in that wintry wind
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he waved old number nine
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He walked on down through
the jungle yards
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and he came to the same old spot
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And there was the same two men again
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around that same stew pot
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Red went to his knees and he hollered,
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Please don't pull your trigger on me.
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I did not get my business straight,
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But he did not get his say.
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A gun wheeled out of an
overcoat
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And it played that 0 -1 -2.
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And Red was dead when the other
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Sat down to eat their stew. you
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