Bonnie Raitt — Richland Woman Blues

Gimme red lipstick and a bright purple rouge A shingle bob and a shot of good booze Now hurry home, sweet baby, you come blow your horn If you come too late, your mama will be gone Come along young man, everything settin' right My husband's goin' away till next Saturday night Now hurry home, sweet baby, you come blow your horn If you come too late, your mama will be gone Well, I'm raring to go, pink toes on my feet My mind is sittin' right for a Tin Lizzie seat Now hurry home, sweet baby, come blow your horn You come too late, your mama will be gone Well, the skirts cut high, the dresses cut low But you call me a sport, just watch me go Now hurry home, sweet baby, come blow your horn You come too late, your mama will be gone Red rooster said, "Cockle doodle do do" The rich woman said, "Any dude will do" Now hurry home, sweet baby, you come blow your horn You come too late, your mama will be gone