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Thread #48215   Message #722617
Posted By: JohnInKansas
04-Jun-02 - 02:53 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Leprosy/Jealousy and Red Wing
Subject: Lyr Add: RED WING
I haven't checked the DT, but I'm pretty sure it's there. Just in case -

A slightly different (from previous post) lyric for Red Wing follows, as TEXT A, with a "Vulgar Version" as TEXT B.

Guy Logsdon, in The Whorehouse Bells Were Ringing: and Other Songs Cowboys Sing, page 207ff, gives:

RED WING TEXT A

There once lived an Indian maid,
A shy little prairie maid,
She sang a lay, a love song gay,
While on the plains she'd while away the day;
This shy little maid of old,
She loved a warrior bold,
But far, far away he rode one day,
To battle in the fray.

CHORUS
Now the moon shines tonight on pretty Red Wing,
The breeze is sighing, the night bird's crying;
Far, oh, far beneath the star her brave is sleeping,
While Red Wing's weeping her heart away

She watched for him day and night,
She kept all the camp fires bright,
While under the sky, each night she would lie
And dream about his coming by and by;
When all the braves returned,
The heart of Red Wing yearned,
But far, far away, her warrior gay,
Fell bravely in the fray.

TEXT B (VULGAR)

There once lived an Indian maid,
She sat in the silent shade,
Afraid some buckaroo would ram it up her flue,
As she sat in the silent shade;
Then with her sunburned hand,
She crammed it full of sand,
So if some buckaroo did ram it up her flue,
He'd never reach the promised land.,

CHORUS
Now the moon shines tonight on Charlie Chaplin,
His shoes are cracking, for the want of blackin'
Hids damned old briches, they need patchin',
Where he's been scratchin' the lice away

Logsdon also gives an alternate Chorus, "commonly known," as:

CHORUS
Now the sun shines bright 'round pretty Red Wing,
As she lies sleeping, there comes a-creepin'
A cowboy brave with eyes a-gleamin'
His cock a-standin', with promised joy.

And the "Chaplin" alternate chorus, attibuted to Riley Neal:

CHORUS
Now the moon shines tonight on Charlie Chaplin,
His shoes are cracking, for the want of blackin';
His damned old britches, they need patchin',
Where he's been scratchin' the lice away.