i seen ya in your red room laughin'
with your shinin' coffee can
so many wrongs all kinds a goins on
held my head an ran
but i hid and did a bit more lookin'
saw ya dancin' on the pine porch creakin'
mouth open an doors down wide
here's what was inside
i seen what i saw
an these things i do are wrong, that's all
an these tales i tales i tell are tall
then i climbed up on the big horse strapin'
put the spur down to blood
he took off 16 horses strong
left me lyin' in mud
an there i sit until the sun's up shinin'
yes an black stands my ride
twenty hands high
an watchin' spookeyed
my hands on his side
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