"Richland Women Blues" lyrics - RAMBLIN' JACK ELLIOTT

Gimme red lipstick and a bright purple rouge
A shingle bob haircut and a shot of good booze
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' your horn
If you comin' too late, your mama will be gone

Come along young man, everything settin' right
My husband's goin' away till next Saturday night
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you comin' too late, your mama will be gone

I'm raring to go, got red shoes on my feet
My mind is sittin' right for a Tin Lizzie seat
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone

The red rooster say, "Cockle doodle do do"
The Richards woman said, "Any dude will do"
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, your mama will be gone

Every Sunday mornin', church people watch me go
My wings sprouted out and the preacher told me so
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you comin' too late, your mama will be gone

With rosy red garters, pink hose on my feet
Turkey red bloomers, with a rumble seat
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you come too late, your mama will be gone

Dress skirt cut high, then they cut low
Don't think I'm a sport, keep on watchin' me go
Hurry down, sweet daddy, come blowin' you horn
If you comin' too late, your mama will be gone