Текст Dwight Yoakam – Buenas Noches From A Lonely Room (She Wore Red Dresses)

She wore red dresses
with her black shining hair
She had my baby
and caused me to care

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 til 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
‘Cause, She wore red dresses,
but now she lay dead…