Red Velvet
           by Ian Tyson


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Four months ago in April, on a day-coach she came down
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And the dusty autumn winds begin to blow
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I should’a known I couldn’t hold her livin’ out so far from town
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And the nights to come are long and slow to go

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Well now she’s up and left me and went walkin’ down the line
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And the dusty autumn winds begin to blow
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All dressed up in red velvet & her high-heeled shoes so fine
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And the nights to come are long and slow to go

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Well if I’d only known, before we kissed, that
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You can’t keep red velvet on a poor dirt farm like this
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So now she’s gone and left me & went walkin’ down the line
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And the dusty autumn winds begin to blow

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Well I’ll sit & count the evening stars, as they walk around
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When the dusty autumn winds begin to blow
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Then I’ll call my dog & take the truck & drive on into town
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‘Cause the nights to come are long & slow to go

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Well I’ll sit & count the evening stars, as they walk around
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And the dusty autumn winds begin to blow
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Then I’ll call my dog & take the truck & drive on into town
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‘Cause the nights to come are long & slow to go

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And those dusty autumn winds,  be - gin to blow