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.