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East Texas Red - Tom Russell
Written by：Guthrie
Down in the scrub oak country

To the southeast texas gulf

There used to ride a brakeman

A brakeman double tough

He worked the town of kilgore

And long view twelve miles down

And the travelers all said
Little east texas red
He was the meanest bull around

If you rode by night or the broad daylight
In the wintery wind or the sun

You would always see little east texas red

Just a sportin' his smooth runnin' gun

And the tale got switched down the stems and mains
And everybody said

That the meanest bull
On them shiney irons
Was that little east texas red

It was on a cold and a windy morn' night
Along towards nine or ten

A couple of boys on the hunt of a job
They stood in that blizzardy wind

They are hungry and cold they knocked on the doors
Of the workin' people around

For a piece of meat

And a carrot or spud just a boil of stew around

East texas red come down the line
And he swung off that old number two

He kicked their bucket over a bush

And he dumped out all of their stew

And the travelers said little east texas red
You better get your business straight

'Cause you're gonna ride
Your little black train just one year from today

Well red he laughed and he climbed the bank
And he swung on the side of a wheeler

And the boys caught a tanker to seminole

Then west to amarillo

They caught them a job of oil field work

And followed a pipeline down

It took them lots of places
Before that year
Had rolled around

Then on a cold and windy day morn'
They caught them a gulf bound train

They shivered and shook with the dough in their clothes

To the scrub oak flats again

With their warm suits of clothes and overcoats some

They walked into a store

They paid that man
For some meat and stuff
To a boil of stew once more
The ties they tracked down that cinder dump
They come to the same old spot

Where east texas red just a one year ago
Had dumped their last stew pot

Well the smoke of their fire went higher and higher
And red come down the line

With his head tucked low in the wintery wind
He waved old number nine

He walked on down through the jungle yard
And he came to the same old spot

And there was the same two men again

Around that same stew pot

Red went to his knee's and he hollered
Please don't pull your trigger on me

I did not get my business straight

But he did not get his say

'Cause a gun wheeled out of an overcoat
And it played that old one two

And red was dead when the other two men
Sat down to eat their stew