Puttin' the WHY back in country

Red Headed Girl

I went down where the land meets the water.
Sun was crazy in that summertime sky.
I was chasing that red headed woman.
See, I followed her down here and I don't know why.

Heat was dancing on them oyster shell driveways.
Smell the bayou's laying just past the trees.
She bailed on Mobile with me right behind her.
Like a shot through Biloxi, and over to New Orleans.

She was restless like a cat gets at midnight.
She was moaning like a mean woman do.
I turned my back, she slipped into the moonlight.
Got the heart of a gambler. The soul of a gypsy too.

She don't have any stake in the future.
She don't got any ties to the past.
Didn't want nothin' that I had to give her.
The worst time she gave me's the best time that I ever had.

I went down where the land meets the water.
Smell of crawfish as they're hitting a boil.
Smokey night, 'bout the color of whiskey.
The buzz can't replace what she don't do for me anymore.

Cold, blue steel of my .38 pistol.
My silent friend riding right by my side.
She can run to the streets of New Orleans.
She can run if she wants, but that red headed girl cannot hide.

Ed
Townsville, Australia headed to Guam