Texty:
Old Red

Red" Every night, "Oh Red" Sad old Red, that's what I am All the time, every night Sad old Red, sad old Red Sad old Red, sad old Red Sad old Red, sad old Red

middle but we over looked We stood of emotion of sitting a hook and I can fight this change I can fight this change I stood inside the circle of the old

When the old seems almost new That?s when my heart burns cherry red for you That?s when my heart burns cherry red My heart burns cherry red That?s when

fell and under old Red Billy died Old Red lay still no more would he move The cowboys that seen it could tell In tryin' to throw Billy off of his back Old Red

the rocks and among the rills I can see my dear old mommy as around the place she goes To my home in Louisiana where the old Red River flows Hi-lee-

Laughing, singing, whiskey drinking, drifting troubadours Living like it's always Friday night, behind that old red door Singing come on, singing come, come on through that old red

Old red wine, well past its prime May have to finish it after crossing the line Dusty old wine, two thousand a time An inch of black mud always left behind

old folks have tried but now it's time for us in the new world pray that it will be right that the earth don't turn out the lights wave the old world

Old red wine Well past its prime May have to finish it After crossing the line Dusty old wine Two thousand a time An inch of black mud Always left behind