Well, Mrr, most of it is in Red Wing (3) in the Digital Tradition, but it misses a verse or two at the end - musica interrupta, if you will. Thanks to Spotify, I found the recording. It's on Oscar Brand's Bawdy Songs, vol. 3.
RED WING
There once was an Indian maid
Who always was afraid
That some buckaroo
Would fly around her flue
While she lay sleeping in the shade.
She had an idea grand
She filled it up with sand
To keep the boys
From forbidden joys
In Red Wing's Promised Land
CHORUS
Oh, the Sun shines down on pretty Red Wing
As she lay sleeping
This buck come creeping
With his one good eye he was a-peeping
He hoped to reach the Promised Land.
Now, he was an Indian wise
He reached for Red Wing's thighs;
With an old rubber boot
On the end of a toot
He made poor Red Wing open up her eyes.
When she come to life,
She grabbed her Bowie knife;
It flashed in the sky
As she let it fly
And shortened his love life.
CHORUS
Oh, the Moon shines down on pretty Red Wing
As she lays snoring.
Her knife adoring;
Why, no longer do the braves come whoring,
They won't pay the price of the Promised Land.
Oh, girls if you want to be wives,
Put away those knives;
Boys like to play for a fling in the hay,
But they don't want to pay the rest of their lives.
Mind what mama said,
If you're lyin' in your bed,
If you can't evade,
Don't reach for a blade;
Have a hell of a time instead.
CHORUS
Oh, the clouds go floatin' over Red Wing,
As she lay snoring, her life is boring;
Why she'd even welcome Hermann Goering
Into the pleasure of her promised land.
There are other transcriptions at the pdf link below (but they're not as good as mine)
http://kristinhall.org/songbook/SeaAndPub/RedWing.pdf