歌曲名 East Texas Red

歌手名 Tom Russell

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 youre 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 knees and he hollered

Please dont 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