Tonart: E major•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
the scrub oak 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 Long view twelve miles down,
And the travelers all said
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Little East Texas Red
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He was the meanest bull around.
Verse 2
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If you rode by night or the broad daylight
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In the wintery wind or the sun,
You would always see little East
Texas Red
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Just a sportin' his smooth-
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runnin' gun.
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And the tale got switched down
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And everybody said
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On them shiney irons
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Was that little East Texas Red.
Verse 3
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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 that blizzardy wind.
knocked on the doors
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Of the workin' people around
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And a carrot or spud just
Verse 4
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East Texas Red come down the line
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And he swung off that old
He kicked their bucket over a bush
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And he dumped out all of their stew.
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The travelers said, "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 just one
Verse 5
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Well Red he laughed and he
climbed the bank
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And he swung on the side of a wheeler,
The boys caught a tanker to Seminole
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Then west to Amarillo.
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They caught them a job of oil- field work
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And followed a pipeline down.
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It took them lots of places
Had rolled around.
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Verse 6
Then on a cold and windy day
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They caught them a Gulf- bound train.
They shivered and shook with the
dough in their clothes
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To the scrub oak flats again,
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With their warm suits of clothes
and overcoats
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They walked into a store.
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For some meat and stuff
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Just a boil of stew once more.
Verse 7
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The ties they tracked down
that cinder dump
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And they come to the same old spot
Where East Texas Red just a 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.
With his head tucked low
in the wintery wind
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He waved old number nine.
through the jungle yard
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And he came to the same old spot
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Around that same stew pot.
Verse 8
and he hollered
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"Please, don't pull your trigger on me.
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 old one two,
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the other two men
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Sat down to eat their stew.
TunerE A D G B E
Akkorde & SongtexteE B A C#m F#m
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Capo: 2
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