Gimme red lipstick
And a bright cap of green
A shingle-bob haircut
And a shot of good booze.
Hurry down sweet daddy,
Come blowin' yer horn
If you come too late,
Your momma will be gone.

I'm rarin' to go
Red shoes on my feet
My mind settin' right for
A Tin Lizzie seat.
Hurry down, sweet daddy
Come a-blowin' yer horn.
If you come too late
Sweet floozies all be gone.

Richland Woman Blues