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PRETTY PAINTED LADIES (Fred Koller) Bobby Bare - 1975 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’s 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’d 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 And a waitin' for me at the end of my trail (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - May 2012)

    


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