She wore red dresses
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with her black shining hair
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She had my baby
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and caused me to care
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Then coldly she left me
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to suffer and cry
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'Cause, She wore red dresses
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and told such sweet lies
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I never knew him
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but he took her away
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And on my knees like a madman
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for vengeance I prayed
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While the pain and the anger
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destroyed my weak mind
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She wore red dresses
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and left the wounded behind
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I searched til I found them,
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then I cursed at the sight
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Of their sleeping shadows
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in the cold neon light
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In the dark morning silence
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I placed the gun to her head
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'Cause, She wore red dresses,
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but now she lay dead...
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Buenas Noches From A Lonely Room (She Wore Red Dresses)
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| Dwight Yoakam |
