Lyr Req: Oil Field Girls (Tom Russell)

02 Apr 06 - 09:12 PM (#1709175)
Subject: RE: Mudcat FAQ - Newcomer's Guide
From: GUEST,[e-mail]

Does anybody have the lyrics to Oil Field Girls by Tom Russell?

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30 May 06 - 03:15 AM (#1749843)
Subject: Oil Field Girls
From: Joe Offer

refresh

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05 Jul 09 - 04:08 PM (#2672211)
Subject: RE: Mudcat FAQ - Newcomer's Guide
From: WildBilly

Does anybody have the lyrics to Oil Field Girls by Tom Russell, Far as I know, there was a rather poor one-off recording made on one of his albums. Haven't seen it anywhere on anthlogies. If somebody's got it. plase post it! Tahnks [e-mail]

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31 Jul 09 - 08:36 PM (#2691353)
Subject: RE: lyr req: Oil Field Girls - Tom Russell
From: Joe Offer

Anybody? This one is aon a retrospective album called Raw Vision: The Tom Russell Band 1984-1994.

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31 Jul 09 - 08:55 PM (#2691356)
Subject: RE: lyr req: Oil Field Girls - Tom Russell
From: Arkie

I don't have the lyrics and the song is not on any of the three Tom Russell CDs in my possession. But the song can be picked up here for 99 cents.

Oil Field Girls

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05 Aug 09 - 01:20 PM (#2694233)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Oil Field Girls (Tom Russell)
From: Jim Dixon

Here's a start: an excerpt transcribed from a sound sample:

...They walked the strip like painted shadows,
Cursing the night when man was born.
There's one named Frieda and one named Angel.
There's a rose of hatred and a ....

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18 Feb 16 - 03:19 PM (#3773625)
Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: OIL FIELD GIRLS (Tom Russell)
From: GUEST,Jan Hauenstein

Oil Field Girls    Tom Russell

(F)       (hold)
Those oil field (F)girls all taste of (Gm)whiskey,
Their thoughts are (Bb)free, their clothes are (C)torn.
They walk the (Am)strip like painted (Dm)shadows,
Cursing the (Bb)night when man was (C)born.

There´s one named (Bb)Freda (C) and one named (F)Angel,
There´s a Rose Of (Gm)Hatred (Bb) and a Ragtime (C)Girl.
All aches and (Am)heart, bright lips in the (Dm)moonlight,
Young men will (Bb)die at the turn of a (C)curl.

I´m packing my (F)bag, I´m shipping out on a (Gm)freighter,
I´ll lick my (Bb)wounds in a far-off (C)world.
One hand on my (Am)heart, one hand on a (Dm)bottle,
Just a drunkard´s (Bb)dream of the oilfield (C)girls.

Da da da (F)dow, ye dee dee (Gm)dee dee,
Dee dee dee (Bb)dee, dee dee dee (C)dee.
Dodo do do (Am)do, oh doodle do (Dm)do do,
Dee deedle deedle (Bb)dee, dee deedee (C)deem.

Here´s a round for the (F)priest, here´s a round for the (Gm)beggar,
Here´s a round for the (Bb)robes, all over this (C)world.
But I´ll drink me a (Am)case of Old Pe(Dm)culiar,
For I´ll raise me a (Bb)glass to the oil field (C)girls.

Those oil field (F)girls all taste of (Gm)whiskey,
Their thoughts are (Bb)free, their clothes are (C)torn.
They walk the (Am)strip like painted (Dm)shadows,
Cursing the (Bb)night when man was (C)born.

Dee dee dee (F)dee, dee deedle dee (Gm)deedee,
Dee dee dee (Bb)dee, dee dee dee (C)dee.
Dee dee dee (Am)dee, ba da dada doo (Dm)dow-oo,
Dee dee dee (Bb)dee, dee dee dee (C)dee,
Dee dee dee (F)dee.

© Tom Russell, All Rights Reserved

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