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Pretty Painted Ladies - Bobby Bare
By a blackened wood stove in a rundown old bunkhouse

Sat an old buckaroo with his hat in his hand

He lowered his voice as he told us about 'em

The wild western women that wore no man brand

He remembered how they'd drive you plum crazy

Dancin' for nickels 'neath the barrooms oil lights

We'd come off the trail they be waitin' for us

Pretty painted ladies in dresses so bright

Where are all the pretty painted ladies

Where's all my dance hall gals

Where are you Lil are you still young and pretty

And a waitin' for me at the end of my trail

Slowly they'd swirl with the ranchers and wranglers

While the piano played on into the night

Just a-kickin' their skirts past the lonely rawhiders

Pretty painted ladies I miss you tonight

I told the old timer they moved off a long time ago

There ain't no more pretty Lil old man no Buffalo Sal

He said son some nights I can see 'em

Just a-singin' and a-dancin' at the end of my trail

Oh where are all the pretty painted ladies

Where's all my dance hall gals

Where are you Lil are you still young and pretty

These a waitin' for me at the end of my trail