Richland Women Blues --- Mississippi John Hurt
[G]Give
me red lip-[C]stick and a poppy-red [G]rouge,
A shinglebob [D]haircut
and a shot of good [G]booze.
[G]Come
along sweet [C]Papa, everything is just [G]right,
My husband’s a-[D]way
‘til next Saturday [G]night.
Hurry down sweet [C]Daddy,
come blowin’ your [G]horn.
If you come too [D]late,
your mama will be [G]gone.
[G]Now
I’m rarin’ to [C]go, got red shoes on my
[G]feet.
My mind it is [D]set
right for a tin Lizzy [G]seat.
[G]Stop
at the fashion [C]shop, get the one that
looks [G]best.
Your own sweet [D]mama
wants a brand-new [G]dress.
[G]Red
rooster [C]says, “Cockadoodle-oo [G]doo”
Richland women [D]say,
‘Any dude’ll [G]do.”
Hurry down sweet [C]Daddy, come blowin’
your [G]horn.
If you come too [D]late,
your mama will be [G]gone.
[G]Every
Sunday [C]mornin’, church watchin’ me [G]go,
My wings sprouted [D]out,
the preacher told me [G]so.
[G]With
my rosy-red [C]garters, and pink hose on
my [G]feet,
My turkey-red [D]bloomers,
they’ve got a rumble [G]seat.
[G]With
my skirt cut [C]high, and my neckline [G]low,
Don’t you think I‘m a [D]sport,
son, keep on watchin’ me [G]go.
Hurry down sweet [C]Daddy, come blowin’
your [G]horn.
If you come too [D]late,
your mama will be [G]gone.