Richland Woman Blues Songtext
von Ruthie Foster

Got my red lipstick and a bright purple rouge
A shingle bob haircut and a shot of good booze
Come along, sweet daddy, come blowing your horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone

So pass the fashion shop, get the one that looks best
Your rose sweet mama, she need a brand-new dress
Come along, sweet daddy, come blowing your horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone


Red rooster say, "Cockle-doodle-do-do-do"
Rich women say, "Well, any dude will do"
Come along, sweet daddy, come blowing your horn
If you come too late, sweet mama will be gone

(Ooh, yeah)

Red rosy garter, pink hose on my feet
I got my Jacky red bloomers, with a rumble seat
Come along, sweet daddy, come blowing your horn
Well, if you come too late, sweet mama will be gone

Oh, but every Sunday morning, church watch me go
You know my wage is sprouted out, the preacher told me so
Oh, come along, sweet daddy, come blowing your horn
Well, if you come too late, sweet mama will be gone

Oh, but if you come too late, sweet mama will be gone
Yeah, yeah