Buenas Noches from a Lonely Room (She Wore Red Dresses) - Dwight Yoakam
    She wore red dresses with her black shining hair
    She had my baby and caused me to care
    Then coldly she left me to suffer and cry
    She wore red dresses and told such sweet lies

    I never knew him but he took her away
    And on my knees like a madman for vengeance I prayed
    While the pain and the anger destroyed my weak mind
    She wore red dresses and left the wounded behind

    I searched till I found them, Then I cursed at the sight
    Of their sleeping shadows in the cold neon light
    In the dark morning silence
    I placed the gun to her head
    She wore red dresses, but now she lay dead

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