Red Beans
Changes in 3/4 time.
Can't split a dime.
But you can sure waltz out the door.
Sound of your combat boots on the floor.
I hear the door slam
flies be damned
he's off to Memphis
head long down a pipe line
cutting cards and turning life loose
train stations and bus stations
take you north
to the Big Muddy
A catfish dream
and Mud Island
I'll stay home with my disease
Watch it all on TV
till he shows up at my door
bigger than life
but I got a gun
and I shoot him down
now I got my red beans cookin'
Yeah I got my red beans cookin'
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2014
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