When I came into this 10 cent town
Had my hopes as high as a cloud
You were pretty and witty farmer's daughter
And we met in a big city crowd
I had this address written by you
When I hopped in that westbound train
Walked four miles down that sandy road
Just to find it was all in vain

I got the red dirt blues, all over my brand new shoes
And my deepest fear, that you won't reappear, it just came due
And that red dirt blues, is sticking as a bad excuse
Of being too kind, trustin' in mind, that you'd want me too

Now you tell on the phone I got it all wrong
And the blame is entirely on me
I needen't take things so seriously
But apples don't fall far-a-tree
My father he also stood up his words
I must've heard it from there:
If you wanna win a heart to stand by your side
You have to have something to share

Or the red dirt blues, is all over your brand new shoes
And your deepest fear, might reappear, and come true
Red dirt blues, is sticking as a bad excuse
Of being too kind, trustin' in mind, that he'd want you too

I might have been your laughing-stock
And deserved ev'rything I get
But some day when you're the underdog
Remember the words that I said:

You got the red dirt blues, all over your brand new shoes
And the deepest fear, that he won't reappear, it just came due
Red dirt blues, is sticking as a bad excuse
Of being too kind, trustin' in mind, that he'd love you too

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