(Red Lane). . I was sittin' beside the road in Blackjack County. Not knowing that the sheriff paid a bounty. For men like me who didn't have a penny to their names.
The reflections of the trees are cut by the bow of my pirogue. Spattered by the paddle of my eager hand. That Mississippi woman is a wavin' over yonder.
Just across the way a house is dark. I can hardly see. Just a cross the way lives a girl. Who's so in love with me. . But I'm such a bitter soul. Whose memories seemed to always get their way.
A lonesome whistle sails through the pines. And finds me crying on my pillow. I wipe the tears and raise up my head. I hear a forest call up low. . Listen yonder comes a train.
Take your scissors and take your time. And cut along the dotted line. And follow closely my design. For I want to be what I'm cut out to be. . Give me kisses warm and sweet.