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Painted Ladies - Chris Ledoux (克里斯-勒多克斯)
By a blackened wood stove
In a run down old bunkhouse
Sat an old buckaroo
With his hat in his hand
And he lowered his voice
As he told me about 'em
Them wild western women
That wore no man's brand
Well the old man remembered
They'd drive you plum crazy
Dancin' for nickels 'neath
The bar rooms oil light
We'd come off the trail
And they'd be waiting for us
Them purty painted ladies
In dresses so bright
Where's all the pretty painted ladies
Where's all the dance hall gals
Where are you Lil are you
Still young and pretty
Are you waiting for me
At the end of the trail
Slowly they'd swirl with the ranchers
And the wranglers
While the piano played on into the night
They'd be kickin' their skirts past
The worry raw hiders
Purty painted ladies I miss you tonight
Well I told the old timer that
They'd all moved on years ago
No more purty Lil no more Buffalo Sal
But he said son some nights I can see 'em
A singin' and a dancin' at the end of the trail
Where's all the pretty painted ladies
Where's all the dance hall gals
Where are you Lil are you
Still young and pretty
Are you waiting for me
At the end of the trail
