गाने
There once was an Indian maid
Who always was afraid
That some buckaroo would fly around the flue
As she lay sleepin' in the shade
She had an idea grand
She'd fill it up with sand
To keep the boys from forbidden joys
In Redwing's promised land
Oh, the sun shines down on pretty Redwing
As she lay sleepin'
This buck come creepin'
With his one good eye he was a-peepin'
He hoped to reach the promised land
Now he was an Indian wise
He reached for Redwing's thighs
With an old rubber boot
On the end of a toot
He made poor Redwing open up her eyes
But 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
Oh, the moon shines down on pretty Redwing
As she lay snoring
Her knife adoring
For 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
They don't want to pay the rest of their lives
Remember what mama said
If you're lying in your bed
If you can't evade, don't reach for a blade
Have a hell of a time instead
Oh, the clouds go floating over Redwing
As she lay snoring
Where life is boring
Why, she'd even welcome Herman Goring
Into the pleasure of her promised land
Written by: Traditional
