A Bowl Of Red Composer(s): Tom Russell Performer(s): Tom Russell
You don't put beans in chilli You never water good whiskey down And never play poker with a man named 'Doc' On the Spanish side of town
And if you want to go peekin' at the doctor's daughter You better pay the old man his bread Then it's a short, short ride from hell to heaven Ridin' on a bowl of red
I'm talkin' about sweet Lorene, the chilli queen Down at number nine Pecos Street She's got bull meat hangin' up above her head And chilli peppers down at her feet
She's got an iron pot smokin' on a woodsmoke stove Near an antique feather bed Where it's a short, short ride from hell to heaven Ridin' on a bowl of red
Here's the recipe: Bull meat, crab meat, pig's feet, chicken feet I've even seen her use a rabbit's head Cemino, oregano, celanto, let it go Then sop it up with sourdough bread
Let it boil one day, you'll be rollin' in the hay Lorene keeps a man well fed Just walk on down to number nine Say, "Gimme a little bowl of red"
Peter Piper picked a bunch of chilli peppers Tell me how many packs did Peter Piper pick Then he took 'em on down to sweet Lorene Said, "I need a bowl of red real quick"
She put Peter Piper's peppers in a pot on the stove She put Peter Piper in her feather bed And now Peter Piper's pickin' peppers all day Just to get his daily bowl of red
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